I heart Missy D

an early morning stroll along the salt mine road bathed in the perfect, beautiful golden sunrise light

Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil 
or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on
a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring ... it was peace.
Milan Kundera


Every day, every single day I thank my lucky stars that Miss Winnie Dixon is with me. She will be 14 come January her next big birthday and she's been with me for nearly 13 of those years. Oh the places we've been, oh the crazy terrier mix antics she's gotten herself into - fox & coyote long distance chasing, much muskrat love & sadly sudden death (to them), intense pond stomping, culvert scrutinizing, sadistic Atlantic crab dismemberment & far too many porcupine near misses. Over the years often people would meet us walking and stop to comment on how beautiful she was, then ask what breed she was thinking any dog as beautiful as she was must surely be a pure bred. I would always joke that yes she is a tres rare breed indeed - a Scottish muskrat hound crossed with a Nova Scotia crab toller. :-)

Oh my Miss D, my Missy Darn Dee - I love you more than words could ever say.

She's doing amazingly well after her extreme urinary tract infection back in August. She's very healthy, she's fit as a fiddle, has a huge appettie (especially for cat food which of course I indulge) & we love our twice daily walks around this little village. She's sleeping now, soundly, at my feet on her poofy dog bed under the teak topped desk.

Now I'm off to that other blog a passionate observer  - check in with me there in an hour or so.