My Dog Bandit

Hunting squirrels in the Grand Tetons

Every morning I awake to the sound of my old dog asking to go outside...NOW, and I am filled with love and tenderness for her.  Even as she becomes so demanding and needy and dependent in her aging, I still see the little puppy she was and the proud alpha dog she became.  Today she sleeps beside me as I type or read or cook, getting up only for water and to follow me from room to room.  She goes up the stairs slowly and sometimes even waits at the bottom to watch me.  Am I going to stay in my sewing room?  Am I taking a bath?  If yes, she will make the journey up up up with slow and somewhat labored steps but a happiness radiating out from her eyes as she finds me.

Bandit in her prime

Summer haircut and a frisky run on the beach

Canyonlands a few years ago

Camping is very tiring