My 9th anniversary as a blogger inspired me to look back to my early posts. Mainly at the pictures, which helped bring back memories. Errol was in Los Angeles then, working. Samson was born at my BIL Keith's house on July 7th, but we didn't know him yet.
Our beloved hound-dog mix, Bandit, had died the year before and three dogs were living here with me:
- Angel, the German shepherd
- Soldier, the German shepherd cross
- Princess, the Black Lab/Border Collie cross
Princess volunteered to blog, sharing a dog's perspective. Here she goes:
In the evenings, when we're all outside, we can get frisky and start a play fight. The picture above shows our different fighting techniques:
Soldier hangs on to the scruff of Angel's neck; I bite her hind legs (I'm part herding dog, so I know that from -- I think they call it -- instinct); and Angel puts her front leg on Soldier's shoulders so he can't move. These are all very good fighting tricks!
Here we are, friends again after our three-way dog-play/fight. It's only for fun and we really like to play together.
Present time: You remembered Soldier, some of you, in your comments on my Rust post. Soldier died in 2013. This, of course, means we've been friends for a long time. I'm so happy about that.
I feel like I want to sit down and write the story of his life with us. This is not the time, maybe some day. I think 12 dogs have lived me. All so very different and all so much loved. Maybe Soldier most of all because he was such a troubled soul.
