September 2015

Getting to Know You


Who are you?

An old dog and a new ring

My dog is getting old.

I first noticed this on a run several years ago.  A light snow was falling.  My two dogs ran with me and we made 3 sets of foot prints in the snow. 

Left, right, left, right… Mine. 

Leftrightleftright.  The young buck, Arrow.

Left.  Right.  Left. Draaggg. My old man, Colby.

That streak in the snow- an early injury to his shoulder becoming evident in his step and his stride.  My first clear sign that he wasn’t a young pup anymore.