God-dog

Certainly a clever palindrome but still I have one:  A god-dog....sort of like a god-mother but not fairy.  Or maybe she is.  Hmm....well, I am babysitting my god-dog in the girl fashion and so I interrupt my regularly scheduled "bare all memoir" to show what my life has been like for the past few days......

Meet my god-dog: Mist

She is four months now...just beginning to enter that awkward stage...and had NO idea that so many border collies could live in one place!

She likes to hang with the alpha of the pack.....and licks Snook's lips to get tender growls from her.  It's a love/hate thing.

She has become quit courageous here.....running out and around the sport court with the big dogs.

haha that is her there behind the fence of the court...terrible photo but ever so cute

I feel a bit bad for Mist....at her home, her pack plays with her as well as cuddles her.  Here, well she is a non-event.  No dog really likes her...nor do they dislike her.  No one wants to play or include her in their reindeer games.  And Grace and Gyp just want to see her go home......

My husband adores her...and me, well, I've looked into my crystal ball and see some serious fun ahead of us!  Take time, grow up, it will all make sense....Mist.  There will come a day when the other dog's won't matter to you......and the sheep will be what you live for.  Until then....

Seize the Day!