November 13, 2002
It happened again yesterday. We were just starting
our walk when this fellow came along and exclaimed:
"What a beautiful animal! What is it?"
I was tempted to say "Wolf."
Cheers!
November 11, 2002
Can't believe Rafe is already one and a half--it just
doesn't seem that long since I saw the little head pop
up over the side of the mattress that first night we
had him.
The little head is bigger, but still beautiful.
November 6, 2002
It was a nice afternoon (finally), so I decided to
take Rafe for a walk on one of the bike trails (a
former railroad bed that is now gravel and dirt,
running though fields). We drove over to the starting
point, parked, and headed past the other cars toward
the trail. A middle-aged couple were unloading their
bikes from the back of a truck, and she just watched
him coming and then said, "What a beautiful . . .
companion." Then she added: "He is just too
beautiful to be called a dog." Rafe naturally went
over to them, kissed their hands (very politely, for
once, did not jump on them), and made friends.
Needless to say, we are now keeping him for at least
another week.
Cheers!
March 21, 2002
Just had Rafe in for his heartworm check and realized
I had not let you know about him for a long time.
He continues to be himself, just on a larger scale.
He is now taller than Mark, so probably about 28
inches at the withers, and around 74 pounds. We think
he looks a great deal like his dad, especially the
picture on your web site with Omar coming straight at
the camera.
When we went into the vet clinic, he lost it in the
waiting room—there was another dog on the other side,
and he really wanted to go over and play. They put
him in an exam room, and he was delighted to see the
vet techs—stood up on his back feet, then sat, shook
hands, and kissed them as they removed his blood.
They were impressed—also enjoyed how gently he took
biscuits.
We are working on taking the dumbbell, and his
approach is certainly different—no objections to
taking it, but then he just lets it slide out and fall
on the floor. Usually a little touch under the chin
reminds him, and he is always agreeable about it.
The tennis ball is still the greatest thing in his
world, so we have "bait" when we need it.
Cheers!