Almost four weeks after Shiva’s injury things are starting to return to the nutty speed to which we are accustomed. All that lazing around has caused the Tornado to lose some muscle mass but she makes up for it in sheer energy. I have a feeling it won’t be long until our girl is a beefcake again.
She got to play a rowdy game of tug for this first time in too long this last weekend and even though I have yet to capture a non-blurry action shot of her, I couldn’t resist snapping a few. Her joy at playing her favourite game with her favourite tugger was infectious.
I could watch the two of them play like this all day, every day.
Before you ask, it has nothing to do with the way Shiva relaxes enough to nap afterwards. Not at all.
I will deny it till my dying day and beyond. Life just isn’t the same without the insanity. I can’t believe I’m saying it, but it’s good to have her back in action.
It’s not new for me to credit my dog for my sanity. As much as she drives me to bang my head against the wall, she keeps me grounded and reminds me of what is most important.
It’s to the point that no matter how stressed out I am, as long as I can get back to a place where it is just the two of us, sharing a quiet walk in the park, I know everything will be okay.
No matter how wrapped up I get in little daily woes, I try to keep that feeling with me everywhere I go. It reminds me that there is more to the human experience than hectic office activities or paying bills. Once I am outside on the trail, it doesn’t seem to matter that I made a mistake at work or that my house is a mess. When the day is over, as long as I can head out with Shiva, nothing else really counts.
To paraphrase a great disc dog champion, when it’s all over, I’d give it all up – every accolade, every medal, every promotion – for one more day in the woods with my dog.
I have had the hardest time getting any clear photographs of my current three foster kittens. After this, I will never complain about The Cat’s modeling abilities again. These little monkeys refuse to look at the camera and refuse to hold a pose long enough for me to get a shot. I am not asking for world-class pictures here. I know my limitations. But I can’t even get anything that portrays a smidgeon of their cuteness.
However, you asked for more pictures and I don’t want to disappoint. Here is the best of what I’ve got.
At least while attacking each other they are kind of looking my way. Better than this one of them staring at the wall. They were looking right at me less than a second before, I swear.
The below photo of the littlest girl is probably the best of all the pictures I’ve taken, and that is not saying much.
Even when I have someone to help, the kitten still won’t look at the camera!
Oh well. I know how adorable they are. I guess that’s all that matters.
There isn’t anything particularly exciting about the below pictures. No unique poses or set-ups. Yet I am so thrilled to have taken them. For the first time in what feels like eons it has been light enough to pull out the camera during our morning walks.
It’s a late winter miracle!
And there is grass! Do you see that? Sure, it’s brown and dead but it is lovely to see spaces that are not covered in snow.
With the increasing light, I have to believe the worst is over. March is only a few short days away. Good things are coming, I am sure of it.
I’ve often joked that it’s a good thing Shiva is a mixed breed all her own. One Shiva is probably all the world can take. We don’t know if she had any siblings but I am inclined to think not. I am sure the screams would have ricocheted across the city by now.
However, I stand corrected. After opening my birthday present this year, I’ve determined two Shivas is actually a good thing.
Shiva herself agrees. Now she has someone to blame when we find garbage strewn all over the floor.
As lovely as the new Shiva is, though, I think I still prefer the original. There is one=hundred-percent more cat chasing with a classic Sheevs, but there are also at least as many cuddles.
Nova Scotia did not escape from the wicked blizzard that hit the northeast this past weekend. What are they calling it? Nemo? Whatever the name, we had a good time watching the flakes fall outside the window. It’s just too bad we eventually had to crawl out and deal with the aftermath.
Ah, shoveling, the greatest Canadian pastime since drinking beer and watching hockey. Don’t worry, once the work was done we did a lot of those, too. Like a true fitness instructor, Shiva did her best to keep the team motivated.
The below photo was taken within the first month that Shiva lived with us, way back in the spring of 2009. It might have been before she destroyed every pair of shoes I owned, or after. It was obviously before she wrecked the rug. I didn’t mind that episode too much. The carpet was ugly, and it was free.
None of the pictures we have from this period are very good. My camera had been a bargain bin purchase and I had no clue what I was doing in any respect. They are still special to me. What stands out to me most is how little she has changed.
Shiva is still Shiva, as this much more recent picture shows. We’re the ones who are different. Thank dog for that.
With that, I have completed my 700th post. How long ago it all seems.
Over at That Dog Dancing Guy the theme for the photo of the week is currently “by the sea.” I don’t know about you but given that I just spent the last thirty minutes out in minus-thirty windchill, I could stand to look at some bright, beach-side photos right now.
The pictures here are not recent ones. They remind me of sunnier, happier times. Times when I didn’t have to worry about losing my thumbs to the frigid January climate. Oddly enough, Shiva looks just as cheerful on the warmer beach as she did on the icy road tonight.
Brainless, nutty mutt. Maybe when I venture out again in the morning, I’ll try to adopt her attitude. Perhaps if I pretend we are walking along the shore, I will be able to smile as the wind blows snow into my mouth.
The rattling of the frozen trees kind of sounds like the ocean… Right?