I've said before that my love of dogs is genetic. This is my mother in my kitchen with Freya, Lasya and Scout in 2009. She is about to dole out some liver treats, and you can see that they are all in a state of rapt attention. Dogs always listened closely to her. There are other, similar pictures of my grandfather, surrounded by dogs. Everyone in this photo is now gone. My Gotcha Days with Lasya and Freya would have been celebrated this week. I miss them all very much. They were such a beautiful trio, all together - silver, black and gold, with my mother the voice of love, kindness and wisdom.
Wow what a beautiful photo! I didn't grow up with dogs - only cats. So my only memories of dogs begin with me! I am sorry for all of your loss, but how amazing is it to have such fantastic memories?!?! Love it! xoxo
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ReplyDeleteI love this photo, your Mother looks like the dog messiah. You carry on a rich family tradition, they all live through you and Ruby. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteMy love for animals is also genetic! My nanna had cats and dogs nearly all her life, my aunt owned cats and now has a dog, and then my mum and I have our dog. Plus I've inherited a love for horses.
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