- Aperture: f/5.6
- Focal Length: 98mm
- ISO: 400
- Shutter: 1/30 sec
- Camera: NIKON D80
Trying to do something that resembles regular shooting. I don’t have the enthusiasm for it right now.
Read a girl’s blog last night where she talked about the death of her Australian Shepherd. How he did the trademark Aussie butt wag. How he loved walks. How she took him for one final walk before they went to the vet to have him euthanized. Lung cancer and kidney disease robbed him of anything resembling a good life. He was 13.
I started crying and couldn’t stop. I laid on the floor beside Cowboy and cried and cried into his fur. At six months old, he’s healthy and strong. So muscular he can pull me on our walks now. He loves to walk, loves to play tug, loves to retrieve, loves to do anything as long as it’s with me. It doesn’t take that much time to stop what I’m doing and pull his braided blue rope. It doesn’t take that much energy to take him out for a long walk or to play fetch for a while.
He’s a good dog. He stands vigil at the windows and alerts me when anyone walks into the yard. He sleeps at my feet without complaint. Sometimes I think he deserves a better dog mommy.
Music: I Don’t Need Anymore Friends by Collective Soul (lyrics)