My dear, dear four-legged friends. What would I do without you?
I am happily covered in dog hair, hanging out at a friend’s house in Wisconsin. It is cold outside, the snow is beautiful, the sky is gray and I have views out the window down a lovely hill to a pasture and creek beyond.
On the bed with me are a German Shepherd named Greta Lou and a Golden Retriever named Rocky. They are my two newest best friends. I love them dearly.
I get to spend two and a half weeks in their beautiful space. Rocky is a sweet girl who loves to wander. Greta is a loyal companion and a nervous ninny looking after me and my three daughters. She is ever on guard for the slightest disturbance to our peace and harmony.
If a deer dares to cross the property, or a mouse comes into the garage, I am awakened to her noble and steadfast alarm. Barking and growling I know I am safe, from even the most ardent of intruders. No one will come close to this house without knowing there is a German Shepherd on duty.
She is such a sweetheart. I later learn she is not so jumpy when her male owner is around. For the girls, she keeps a keen ear on what is happening three miles away.
Outside, the minute a camera is in view, the two of them begin to pose. Their mother is a photographer, so they have learned from a young age how to pose, which is their best side, and how to ham it up for the camera.
They are my constant companions here in the woods of Wisconsin. How will I be able to say good-bye?