Gideon is growing quite the winter coat, so much so that a trip to the groomer is a once-every-three-weeks appointment. Not a problem for a boy who lives every day like it's spa day. You should see him "own" the salon. I've mentioned before that all I have to say is "Mr. Ron," and he makes a beeline for the car. Loves going to the groomer (and this is a dog who gets car sick, so you know he must really love it if he begs to get in the car!). Once we enter the front door of the salon, it's like Norm entering Cheers. As soon as they take him off the leash, he runs through the salon, saying hi to all the dogs up on the tables. And if there's an empty table, he jumps up on it. Such a freak. And he adores getting blown dry. In fact, when I dry my hair at home, it takes me a good 10 minutes longer because I have to dry him too, even though he's not been near running water. Gosh, I love that boy.
Here he is sleeping in one of his favorite positions: spread eagle on his side.
"Our house was not unsentient matter — it had a heart and a soul, and eyes to see with; and approvals and solicitudes and deep sympathies; it was of us, and we were in its confidence and lived in its grace and in the peace of its benedictions. We never came home from an absence that its face did not light up and speak out in eloquent welcome — and we could not enter it unmoved."- Samuel Clemens
I am probably the most content person you'd ever want to meet. I have a decent job working with people I like, a loving family including a swell Old English Sheepdog, a home where nesting and curling up on slipcovered sofas is required, and a life rich in creative crafting and daydreaming. I someday want a cottage at the beach where my grandchildren can bring sandy feet into the house, wet bathing suits can dry on the front porch and everything we need to get to is a bicycle ride away.