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 In my Facebook history yesterday I found this entry. Eleven years ago we went and got ourselves a puppy. 


Bella. TDIDW, the dog I didn't want.

She is still with us and has been a faithful companion on many, many walks.  I have blogged on here many times about her, and shared many pictures. 

Her black coat is now speckled with white as she has aged. But she is still as alert and eager to run as ever.  Too much so, as she always has been. She's prone to disappear for a while on our walks. 

In fact two days ago I took her out for a walk at about 7:15 AM. We didn't go all the way down to the creek bottoms, at least I didn't. I just went to the sawmill and did random exercises while she chased squirrels to her hearts content. However, usually she will run for about 20 minutes, then come back to me and I'll leash her up again and we'll head back up for her breakfast.

It didn't work that way. Haha. Sometimes she goes rogue. I waited and waited until about 7:50 AM but she wasn't in sight nor in hearing range. So I headed back to the house. 

It was about 8:10 AM or so when I noticed the cats, in the house, getting nervous and staring out the patio window. So I walked to the back door and there was Bella on the back porch, panting and happy. Wagging her tail and pleased as punch. 

This is not the first time, nor will it be the last I'm sure, that she goes off like that. There are just too many fun smells to investigate down in the creek bottoms.  

She always comes home. 

I do that too, sometimes I guess. Usually it's figuratively in some manner or another. I can easily go rogue in a bookstore!  Haha!  Or a large thrift store, antique store, or the like. But eventually I come to my senses and head home.

Home is the best place to be. 

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