While Shyla was in the hospital or resting this week, I had some extra time with our black dog.
We had a glorious sunset on one of those evenings, and his fur shined in the setting sunlight.
He zoomed toward me when I called him.
And he highstepped through the rocks. This was before our latest snowstorm so it was very dry outside.
It was amusing when I was talking with a nearby friend about helping care for each others' animals when snowstorms close our roads or other disasters happen. She opined that she wasn't sure that R would let her in our house. I had to stifle a laugh because he is the friendliest dog who you can imagine! I tried to explain that he might lick her to death or bark so loudly that her ears would hurt but there were no other dangers.
I love our Black Dog!