Dusty had a great time at day care yesterday. He was in a kennel next to another black barky dog and apparently they barked at each other all day. It’s hard to know if it was for fun or for malice, but when I picked up the dogs, they were all outside in the play yard.
I think they had a good day. Dusty and Bear were both exhausted and Mindy? Mindy was glad to be home. I don’t think it’s the best thing for her, but it isn’t the worst, either.
The kennel is new — opened just last year. It’s beautiful, and the woman who owns it and runs it truly LOVES dogs. Among the dogs hanging out there yesterday was an aged boxer who is blind and deaf. It appears when she came in the first time she went straight to the store room, so Lori, the owner, lets her stay there. It’s a quiet room with a northwest window. The boxer is a very sweet, responsive old dog. I think she and Mindy could share that room.
Other dogs, too. The young woman who works there brings her dog every day, and the dog is Bear’s best friend. There’s a tiny shit-tzu mix who’s prone to peeing on my shoe, but is also very sweet and funny. And yesterday my neighbor’s old basset was there. Most of the dogs are big dogs. There are two samoyeds who’ve been there a long time while their owner had surgery that ended up with complications. An old pyrenees. Yesterday the place was full — probably, partly, because of spring break.
I’m very happy their business is doing well. I really like the people who run it, it’s only 10 minutes from my house and my dogs are cared for and happy there.
The photo above is the view west from Noahs Arf. See the tiny rainbow? Well, it grew and grew and grew yesterday until it spanned the whole San Juan range. Among the topics my friend and I hit in our 3 or so hours on the road was god. She finally said, “So the San Luis Valley is your god?” and I said, “I guess so.” Not a faceless, inscrutable god at all, but a great, immense, wild, gorgeous god.