Two years ago a sweet little puppy changed my daughter Miranda’s life. She’d grown up around dogs adopted from shelters or from other families, but hadn’t had one she could call her own. While she loved those furry faces, she still longed to have a pup she could choose and raise herself. After researching a variety of breeds, she made her decision and has loved him fiercely since she first held him.
Ry will be two years old tomorrow and I wanted to show you a few pictures of his life with Miranda. You can’t help but fall in love with this sweet boy. I know I have.
Miranda With Her Little Puppy
Looking at Miranda
Look Ma No Cavities - But He Lost A Couple Of Teeth Playing Rough
Playmates (No Cat Was Harmed In Making This Picture)
Me With Ry
Buttercup Dog Days
He Insists On Running With Sticks
Learning To Jump Through Hoops
Ry With His Little Saddlebags For Day Hikes
I sent him a little something special for his birthday… I just hope the bank will let him cash that check.
When babies are learning to talk, one of the very first things they learn is how to say bye-bye. Along with a which they usually pick up the importance of tossing in a bit of hand waving as well. Like all new (dog) mommies, my daughter Miranda has been teaching Ry to do a bit more than just sit around looking pretty. While I was back in America recently, she proudly had Ry demonstrate some of his newly acquired skills. He’s a smart pup and when there’s food involved can pick up new things faster than some of the folks who descended on my garage sale two weeks ago.
I think his little wave was one of the cutest things she taught him, although I have to say I loved his exuberant high five as well. He jumps up to go paw to hand when she says, “High five” and you almost expect him to say, “Aw right ” along with it.
It’s been a busy four weeks since I went home to Georgia to sort, sell, and ship my stuff over to England. As you might expect, I have more than a few stories for you. Back at home in Cornwall now with John, it’s a blue sky morning and I’m getting ready to go for my first run in a month with Tina, my running buddy and friend. We’re meeting like we always do on the the village green at 9:00 and I’ll be a second or two late as I usually am, because I just have to write one more word before I go. She’ll be there on time and waiting and will swoosh away my apologies with a wave of her hand…understanding and happy just to say hello again.