not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin
two sundays ago, while (not) waiting for me to take a photo, atlas managed to hobble a back paw while wrapping the leash around and around a front paw and felled himself like a tree on some very prickly grasses. he cried. i had to quickly climb up the ledge and rescue him (from himself).
this past sunday, atlas flung himself down on every single patch of green grass in the yard and wriggled around on it with glee.
on monday night, atlas saw ten deer in the three mile drive home from the lake. he has been running in his dreams ever since.
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glimpses into atlas’s world
how i love him!
Perhaps dogs live in the moment and dream in the past. Not a bad prescription for life.
Oh, how I LOVE this sweet boy of yours… I think Jerry’s wisdom above has something to it. :o) Happy Days ((HUGS))
Jerry: A pretty good one, if you ask me. Especially given my crazy-wild-dreams.
Tammy + Tracy: He can feel your love!
Yay for grass, Atlas!
I love how much furry hearts
can teach us:) A happy roll
in the grass is one of life’s
sweet pleasures…I love watching
my big loopy lab celebrate her
muchness with a joyful wiggle
on her back. Nudges me to
celebrating the simple things:)
-Jennifer
Amy: YAY indeed!
Jennifer: I can just see your beloved lab! They are so good at celebrating the simple things, easily + naturally. I love it.