She did not belong to me, but was the aunt of my first English Cocker, yet unborn, lent to me for exercise I needed more than she.
Named for a heroine in Henry James and Scott Fitzgerald, whelped Santa Barbara 1990, 8 months previously. I adored her.
I live now with her grand-nephew, Whit.
little nearer or dearer to my heart as dogs are everywhere today at little a. there is special meaning in an ancestral knowing of dogs- true family heirloom, better than any chair unless made of sand? wonderful photograph.
ReplyDeleteYes, I observed that you were in fine company over there!
ReplyDeleteThe photo, which I clearly did not make, gives inadequate notice of the driftwood which was one's true seat, but I realised that the suggestion of one's placement on sand would work just as well - so I'm glad you think so. And yes, certainly, the descent of the dog is very material to the formation of his rapport with the household; Whit's uncle was here to nurture his development, as Whit will look after another some day, the fates' willing.