I know it can be dangerous to post images of your children on the internet. I’m feeling bold and trusting.
Aslan is the one gazing into the distance. She and I have lived together for most of her life. At 15, she’s my zen wonderdog. Aslan teaches me much about finding the lightest spot to simply BE in our home.
Blossom is five. She’s the one giving you that ‘come hither’ look. She’s got that one down. She’s my diva dog. Blossom teaches me much about finding the lightness of her weight on my lap.
Blossom used to live with my mom. She adopted us when Mom moved into one of those groovy Senior Independent Living Apartments.
Blossom IDOLIZES Aslan.
Aslan does not like dogs.
A few weeks ago a BIG DOG jumped on Blossom. It was scary. Aslan took care of the situation. She let that BIG DOG know – in no uncertain terms – that he needed to move on.
Blossom was thrilled. She KNEW deep down inside that Aslan loved her and NOW she had PROOF. She immediately ran over to thank Aslan. Aslan was having none of it.
It was the classic ‘ I can be mean to my sister – YOU can’t!’ situation.
We all knew though.
And it was holy. It was one of those thin places (and times) I’ve mentioned before.
I love my dogs. Or better said, I love these dogs that own me.
What’s your favorite pet story?
PS – I’ll be away from the pc for several days, starting Sunday (YAY!). So if you don’t hear back from me immediately, know that you will. I’m HONORED by your replies!