Wee Remington tried his best to entice her into a game of tag around the kitchen table the other night...but to no avail.
Sometimes a dog just needs an ear to listen, a shoulder to lean on and a toasty woodstove to curl up beside.
It's all good.
Told ya I should be a therapy dog!
Therapy work is rewarding....but sooooo very draining.
I have to work today....but tomorrow we will head out to Porcupine Hollow on our snowshoes and honour Hunter by doing what we all loved so much and take a long trek through the woods taking pics in the snow and chasing squirrels and anything else that may cross our path.
A silly moment when he let my grown kids dress him up.
I am thankful that he owned me for 10 yrs. That he only knew one home. That he left this world with Willow and his girls by his side.