Ellie has followed the RiverHag to a new site. Please God, let this be our last move.
pb
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
No she is not!
Right here it looks as though my little granddaughter Violet could easily upstage the RiverDog. You might understandably think that, but you would be wrong.
Ellie the Riverdog and Grammy RiverHag have a few more things in common, and we go way back!
pb
Ellie the Riverdog and Grammy RiverHag have a few more things in common, and we go way back!
pbSunday, February 28, 2010
Little Hero, Little Buddy
Poor Riverdog got no Chemung today. She knew and didn't want to go out, even hid behind the bed.
I am a great believer in exercise for dogs. Each day, every day, as much as possible.
Not really possible today, though. I am tapering from a Solumedrol drip, and quite weak. I am barely able to walk the block, and must use a cane. Still, I hooked Ellie up to the leash and out we went.
In less than a half block, she had taken over, usually strictly forbidden by me. This time, however, I encouraged her to take us around on her steam. She complied.
How she understands, I will never know, but she surely grasped the problem. She gently led the way, at an even pace, with no tugging or pulling. We stopped here and there, both to give me a rest, and to allow her to pee. She would pause and give me that sidelong look--you know--the one where the white edge of her eye shows, and waited for me to start again or say something.
Now I am exhausted, but I had to post to her blog, to tell you she is well, but I am only now getting better. Soon we will be able to blog fully again, photos and all, of my little buddy.
My little hero.
pb
Little Pond
I am a great believer in exercise for dogs. Each day, every day, as much as possible.
Not really possible today, though. I am tapering from a Solumedrol drip, and quite weak. I am barely able to walk the block, and must use a cane. Still, I hooked Ellie up to the leash and out we went.
In less than a half block, she had taken over, usually strictly forbidden by me. This time, however, I encouraged her to take us around on her steam. She complied.
How she understands, I will never know, but she surely grasped the problem. She gently led the way, at an even pace, with no tugging or pulling. We stopped here and there, both to give me a rest, and to allow her to pee. She would pause and give me that sidelong look--you know--the one where the white edge of her eye shows, and waited for me to start again or say something.
Now I am exhausted, but I had to post to her blog, to tell you she is well, but I am only now getting better. Soon we will be able to blog fully again, photos and all, of my little buddy.
My little hero.
pb
Little Pond
Friday, December 25, 2009
Santa Dog
Ellie love Santa, especially when played by MamaDog at PetSmart. This was taken during the SPCA special sittings, all money taken as donations.pb
Little Pond
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Frosty Eagle
Looking for a frozen fish dinner, perhaps? He flew away and returned, only to fly away again. We left, so he or she could catch some dinner.pb
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Tramping through the leaves
Storm clouds gathering Halloween Day, and we are enjoying near solitude at the boat ramp.
One last stab at fishing. So far, no catches, thank heavens. But, it's inevitable she will catch something at some point. Just like the hunting. I still feel guilty about the squirrel hunting.
One last stab at fishing. So far, no catches, thank heavens. But, it's inevitable she will catch something at some point. Just like the hunting. I still feel guilty about the squirrel hunting. And of course, here she is hunting.
We only tramp the river on weekends now. No time at all on weekdays.
But the River always makes it worth it.
We only tramp the river on weekends now. No time at all on weekdays.
But the River always makes it worth it.pb
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