A few of the Good Girls’ Club members got together over the weekend to talk about the weather (the most common subject these days), sticks, swimming and upcoming travel plans. It was a small group so no votes were taken and Wyatt Ann was not present to do the minutes. Sky found a stick. Willow tried to take it from her. Rozie ran faster than Willow. Willow jumped in the river and discovered that the water was colder than she expected.
This month, most days have been gray with occasional snow. There is barely enough snow for the groomed trails and I have yet to ski. The girls and I try to get out often on foot but this winter, much of the public land is closed to people and dogs in hopes of bringing back the mule deer herd. So space is limited. We were lucky to find one short trail with no one else on it a couple days ago. The beaver pond is much larger than the last time I visited the area.
The day started with a bit of sunshine but by the time we got out, it was gray. Again. We just need to make the best of it.
The days are getting shorter, faster, it seems. Soon it will be dark after dinner and there won’t be any evening dogs walks. But for now, the weather is perfect and the light is lovely so we enjoy it while we can. Some chokecherries, nearly black, and snowberries still cling to the bushes. The serviceberries and currants are long gone, eaten by birds, coyotes, bears and Willow got some too. This is brown season. We have white season, green season, brown season and fire season. Fortunately, this year, fire season hasn’t been threatening to us, so far. With little or no precipitation in the forecast, we are not out of danger yet.
Our old lab, Sam passed away in June leaving Luna an only dog. We knew we would get another dog, in particular a hunting dog for Ken but also a pet and friend for Luna and maybe she’d be an agility dog too. Who knows? And we had decided that fall would be a good time for a puppy. Summer is just too busy around here.
Friday morning Ken got up and one of the first things he said was “Did you see what was in the (Omak) Chronicle yesterday?” And I’m thinking to myself, “besides the weekly diatribe against the Washington Department of Fish and Wildlife” and he said “Puppies in Omak!” Uh oh, I thought, I guess the time has come.
He called the fellow and we got over there before midday and sure enough there they were – seven lab puppies, five black ones and two brown ones. One brown male was spoken for. I prefer female dogs and we both gravitated towards the brown female. She was on the smaller side (also a preference) but not shy or timid. All the puppies were well socialized and both parents on site. The dad is a stocky yellow lab, maybe with some English lab in him. The mom is a petite chocolate.
Before we left, Ken had written a check for the deposit and we will pick her up next week! How exciting is that?
Oh, and we are looking name suggestions, in case you have any good ideas.
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