I feel a bit like the bah humbug of Independence Day, but I am so glad to see The 4th of July holiday go away.
I was thrilled to see the tents selling fireworks closing up shop today. I hope that I will be able to hear the television when we reduce the volume to normal.
What will really make me happy is when our hounds that are petrified of the noise will be able to enjoy their evening too. Jori was is such a state last night. The thunder coat didn’t help, it wasn’t until we gave her benedryl that she finally laid down on the floor beside me. I felt so bad for her.
I hope everyone else that has scardy cat dogs survived the evening and has returned to a state of normal.
I had every intention of shooting a moonset and a sunrise this morning. The valley on the other hand was thinking “blanket of fog.” Despite every weather prediction that called for clear and sunny skies, it was pretty clear that the Willamette Valley had other ideas in mind. All of this equated to turning the early alarm off and rolling back over.
As we sat there with our morning coffee and reading our iPads like the Sunday paper, the forecast said clear and sunny at the coast. Ready for a gamble, we grabbed my gear and Flocko and headed west. Fog, fog, fog was what we got all the way out there until about 8 miles inland and snippets of blue sky began to appear. By the time we reached the coast it was beautiful. Mid-forties and sunny. Eureka!
Something that I have been trying to wrap my head around is a group on Flickr called the Daily Dog Challenge. These photographers are extremely creative and I just haven’t jumped in with both feet yet. While we were driving out there, I had the where-with-all to have Karen look up the challenge on her iPad and today it is Whatever you and your dog are feeling today, take a picture and create the mood for us.
I have a very happy Flocko strolling along the beach in the sunshine.
A totally bored Timber because today was not all about him.
But Jori really shows the sentiment. I’ve had three wonderful weeks off. Most of the time was spent at home working on a few projects. I go back to work in the morning and we are all really sad.
I fear I may suffer from extreme separation anxiety.
Pack dynamics always fascinate me. I swear it is easier to bring a new dog into the pack than it is to lose one.
Clancy was never really an alpha dog, but he had certain privileges that the other greyhounds didn’t. They all knew it, but they let him get away with it anyway.
We adopted Jori, or rather brought her home as a shy dog foster that needed a little help just weeks after Clancy came home as a foster. She’s a great dog, bonded with my oldest daughter and well, I sure you can paint the rest of the picture.
She has totally changed in just a few days. She’s more outgoing, more playful and is demanding Clancy’s privileges be grandfathered over to her. It’s the funniest thing and I didn’t see this one coming.
So, being the push-overs that we are, she wins and so far, it is working out quite well.