Changes

On our way to the lake. By the way, that's a Halty, not a muzzle. We love Shane's Halty.

The crocuses are sunning themselves at the front of the house; the flower pots, though still empty, know they won’t be empty for long, and so they tremble every so slightly in anticipation of lovely things to come. Shane and I wait for everything to change as we stay pretty much the same.

However, I must say that Shane has been a lot calmer of late. Dogs come to visit, and he doesn’t get all mean, unless, of course, they act like puppies and jump all over his face. Yes, he still has a long way to go; we have to give nervous dogs some time and space. After all, how would you react if some puppy jumped all over your face or chewed on your hair or nibbled on your shoes?

I see promise in Shane. He’s really a good dog who had a bad beginning in life. That alone can be the ruin of anyone, even humans. Coolness is in the genes, but it's also a matter of luck. Dogs like me are naturally tranquil, because we just happened to be at the front of the line when the calm genes were up for grabs.

Best wishes, Juno