‘Ours’ on the sofa – a ray of sunlight on his face.
‘Ours’ on the sofa – a ray of sunlight on his face.
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Apparently I am incapable of blogging more than once a month. No matter how good my intentions are.
We got Summit’s eyes fixed about 3 weeks ago. Everything went smoothly although they aren’t looking normal yet. We have reached the stitches-are-dissolving-and-his-eyes-are-goopy-and-disgusting stage. :)
He is very much an “out of sight, out of mind” kind of dog. For example, we went snowshoeing the other day, and Marlin went into the outhouse for about 60 seconds. When he stepped out, Summit was shocked to see him and didn’t know who he was. LOL.
The nice thing about that aspect of his personality is that he’s really easy to distract if he is doing something naughty like harassing the cats. I lazy throw of a toy is enough to draw him away.
Coulee has been playing with him like crazy. It’s super nice to see. She doesn’t bully him nearly as much as she does Lacey and they can actually sustain play for 15-30 minutes at a time. (Usually when Coulee plays with Lacey it deteriorates after a few minutes and we have to put a stop to it). Lacey has been like Jeckyl and Hyde with Summit. She can go from wrestling with him to snarling fiercely in the blink of an eye. She’s usually more inclined to play with him outside in the backyard or when we are out on a walk but not always. For a while I was thinking she wasn’t feeling very good but she isn’t showing any other signs so I think it’s just her being crabby.
Lacey’s fur has grown back and you can’t even tell she had surgery on her back not that long ago. That’s pretty much it in “dog news”.
So I’ve tried a few 52 week projects. I’ve even tried a 365. And I’ve failed to complete them all. But what I have enjoyed is the photos I get out of them when I put the effort into it. So I’m going to be doing an unofficial 52 week project this year. I’ll be roughly using prompts from the “Creative 52″ book by Lindsay Adler as well as some “shot ideas” from Charlotte Reeves’ book “Dog Shots”. I hope to essentially plan a shot then go out and do it. I find if I don’t, I just do the same old, same old. Over and over and over and frankly it gets dull. It was OK when Summit was growing so quickly as I was basically just documenting the changes. But now that his growth has slowed down to a dull roar, I want to start capturing something a little different.
My last attempt at a 52 week project was two years ago. The prompt was Colour and I loved the shot of Coulee that I got and I wanted to try and get the same photo of Summit. It worked out perfectly.
Then seeing as we were out and about, we took some other colourful photos as well.
I’ve got a few more I still need to edit too. I’m already glad I’ve made the effort for the project. It’s nice to do something different every now and then.
Poor little doggie. Have a great weekend! Until next time, Good day, and good dog!
I come from dog people. Not the ones caricatured on Best in Show, or the ones who join clubs or show them. I come people who just enjoyed being out with dogs–maybe with a gun, maybe without one.
Dogs were the greatest joy when I was a child. I didn’t have many friends growing up, and I’ve always sort of been “odd.” So when I could come home and spend time outside with the dogs, it was the greatest time of my life. I can still remember those long, seemingly endless summer days when I was out in the woods and the fields the family dogs.
But those times are over. All I’ve ever written about dogs is attempt to recapture what has been lost and will never be recovered.
To that extent, I’m torturing myself thinking that I can ever be in a place to enjoy the presence of dogs without all the baggage of the greater dog society looming over me.
I have to cut things that are poisoning to my soul. The continuous fighting over training methods, feeding regimes, vaccine schedules, and the true breed standards is nothing but pure arsenic.
Yeah, you people have gotten to me. It’s taken a while.
Sometimes, I let it lapse, but then I see something like I saw yesterday, where someone was “saving” two Trigg foxhounds from hunting and didn’t even know what kind of dog they were. The dogs were going to “enjoy” a wonderful life where they got to go to play dates and lots of treats.
Those dogs would almost be better off euthanized. Those dogs will be babied and coddled until one of two things happens. Either their baying gets on the nerves of their rescuer or her neighbors or the hounds go off on a nice cat hunt and wind up tearing a suburban tabby into a few pieces.
Then they’ll be euthanized.
Virtually every problem dogs face comes from us, and I just can’t correct it anymore.
People are wrong. People are assholes.
Dogs are generally better than the people promoting them.
But you cannot deal with the dogs without dealing with “dog people.”
And I just don’t fit in anywhere.
For the sake of dogs, I think I’m better off keeping my mouth shut, and I’m probably better off walking a different direction.
Anyway, there isn’t much I can do. I am not changing. If I’m wrong, you won’t be hearing it from me anymore.