Now that cooler weather is here in southeast Texas, I miss taking my babies with me when running errands. It always gave me a little thrill to see them in my car as I approached from whatever I had been doing.
When there were three. Those were the good ole days. How did I manage three big pooches and have my elderly Father live with me for 2.5 of those years? Now,I wondered what I do with my time? I seem to get nothing accomplished.
As much as I have missed my babies with each passing, I am glad that they weren't with me during tropical storm Harvey. They would have all had a terrible case of cabin fever as I did. So many pets up for adoption now in the Houston area. I am trying to resist the temptation for now. But I know there has to be a couple of precious pooches in my future.
Four years ago today, I lost my sweet Lucy. I called her sweet because, like most Goldens, she always had a smile and Lucy, well, because of the red hair. I still miss her and all that hair all over the house. She was the most affectionate of the three.
All my babies loved to ride. It must be a sense of adventure for them plus it takes the wear and tear off their legs. I miss taking them to the park and for a Sunday ride. I enjoyed taking them with me on errands on the few cool days we would have during the winter months.
I have Spike, Sable's 14 year old brother, with me for a week or so while my brother and family vacation. Spike is like me in that he moves slowly, gets up and down with effort, and likes to eat. A big plus is that, like Sable, he is not much of a barker.