An Ever So Soft Touch Of A Dog Paw…

Here I am in my comfortable IKEA Poäng chair, reading a book. (yep, I got another one) Suddenly Molly is approaching from her doggie bed, looking straight up to me, sitting down. My hand finds her soft fur, a soft groan escapes her and she folds herself down to the floor, rolling over. I look down and she looks up. Her soft brown eyes full of devotion. Her paw touches my wrist resting there while I caress her behind her ears. I close my hand around her soft paw. There it is - all the love one can encounter between a dog and a human. It is one of these moments I relish in life. We are a team. We share our daily lives. I feel pain when the question rises: How much longer? Molly is soon 11yrs. old. Strangers who don’t know that, are always perplexed when they learn about Molly’s age. She looks 5 or 6 – not a day more. And she seems healthy. We keep her feed rationed. She is not overweight, and we don’t buy the cheapest stuff for her. We walk with her – every day – several times. Rainy days can be a bust – but we try anyway. We would feel bad if we wouldn’t. Bea’s mom is not doing well anymore. And Bea has to fly to Germany to see her.  So she’s booked a flight in November. I hope winter will be holding off until December. We won’t be putting in any early appearance in California this year. I’d be happy if it happens at all. There are things happening, we don’t know the outcome off yet.       Camped at the Holtville Hot Springs March 2013 Finally, we had one rainy day today. But it was warm. Warm and wet! Thanks for visiting here!