31 January 2015

28 January 2015

Coullah's snowy adventure.. what's with that tongue?

For some reason, Coullah likes exploring the snow with her tongue.  It seems out of character for her, as she's usually such a serious little dog.  But... there is something about a snowy day that brings out the clown in her.  Here's a just a few shots from yesterday:


Look at all that snow!
Let's grab a flake or two...

Not bad...

Wait!  What's that????
Wood!!  Best move it before Zoë finds it!!


That tasted terrible!!!
That's it!  I'm comin' in!!  Sofa time!!



 

27 January 2015

Snow day for Zoë

We haven't had a very snowy winter and that has been a huge disappointment to Zoë and .. but only mildly annoying for Coullah.

Finally, yesterday we got dumped on - not as much as our East coast friends, but we did get lots of the fluffy stuff.   Zoë was in and out of the house all day yesterday.  She just loves sitting in piles of snow, eating it, sleeping in it...playing in it... she can't get enough.  I think she must be part Husky.  Here are some pictures from yesterday:

Bird???
 
 
Just relaxing
 
 


Classic Zoë

Tomorrow's post:  Coullah's snow romp

26 January 2015

Goodbye to Storm

I don't know how many of Zoë and Coullah's friends read my 'Check these out' blogs.  If you do, you'll find an absolutely wonderful Blog, "The Dogs View" by Storm.  It was something that I stumbled upon a couple of years ago and I've been following it ever since. 

Storm passed on January 16, 2015 at the ripe old age of 14.  My heart goes out to Lesli, his loyal human companion and best friend a dog could have.

Please, if you have the time, have a read.  It really is quite symbolic of the love we have for our dear dogs.


"The answer to the mystery of existence is the love you shared sometimes so imperfectly, and when the loss wakes you to the deeper beauty of it, to the sanctity of it, you can't get off your knees not by the weight of the loss but by gratitude for what preceded the loss"
from Bliss to you: Trixie's Guide to a Happy Life, by Trixie Koontz as told to Dean Koontz.