I am either coming down with something, or my allergies are kicking in; I am not feeling so hot right now so therefore I have no motivation to write.  I wonder how much of this can be attributed to all of the pet sites I keep discovering, it makes me doubt myself and my ideas.  Will I ever become a writer?  Will I be able to share my dog with the world? Do I have the drive and desire to push forward?  These are questions I have for myself that I will need to really to think about, so until I throw in the towel; I write.

Currently my computer is transferring about 2500 pictures from Chet’s computer to mine, once that is done I intend on weeding through them and seeing what I have out there.  In the meantime, I decided to share a couple of pictures with stories.

As I mentioned in an earlier post, Sampson loves to hike.  He listens fairly well, so we allow him off leash.  Back before Delilah joined our pack; we hiked at least once a weekend, if not twice.  We like hiking in the woods and have found a number of places in the area where we can do this.  One of these places is Risley Reservoir.  Sampson likes to run ahead, but he never gets too far, sometimes he runs back to us or sometimes he waits.  In this instance he waited, and this is how we found him:

This next picture is the day that Delilah became a part of our family, notice my red rimmed eyes (it was a day from hell!)  Someday I will write down the story of Delilah and how she came to us, but the short of it is she came from Tennessee via a converted horse trailer.  She was wild from being penned up for so long and she smelled.  Lynn and I managed to give her a bath, which she absolutely hated and then she tore around the house acting like a total menace.  Sampson wouldn’t go near her, and I felt bad because I would have to return her.  I cried the majority of the day.

 

Finally while Chet was grilling some food, Sampson and Delilah started to play, I started to cry because I knew then, it would be ok.  The poor thing was so exhausted from the trauma of the previous 24 hours but she was refusing to lay down.  She was sitting up with her eyes closed and her body would start to relax but then she would catch herself, like she was afraid to sleep.  I coaxed her to me and petted and rubbed her until she finally gave in to exhaustion and slept.  I think I probably cried.

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