Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Monday, June 17, 2013
She called to her husband, who came out to admire my dogs. And something special happened. Mike--who hates to be touched--went up to this man and let him pet and stroke his back. That gesture usually makes Mike yipe and move away. Then Mike moved away slightly, and CAME BACK for more petting. How special is that? The man was saying that he is 85 so they don't want to get another dog. I told them they can get some Sheltie Sugar anytime I'm out walking.
We stayed for about 10 minutes, talking, petting the dogs. Dixie tried to jump up and bite a nose when a face got too close. We all laughed. As I walked away, the woman had her face in her hands, sobbing, mourning the loss of her Kyle. I, too, was teary, knowing her pain. We've all been there. That's why we have to love them while they are here.