Trixie's Lineage

I love my readers and realized yesterday that you are still out there. I think that the whole time that The Book was being concocted, I felt as though I shouldn't mustn't and all of the other n'ts that go with the secretive process of getting a book published. It actually stunted my joy of writing. That is my excuse and I am sticking with it. Screw that...I'm BACK, baby.

On to Trixie (she would not have been given this old fashioned name but arrived with it.). Thanks to Michelle G, I was able to confirm just WHO she is, this loveable running dog. She is an English Shepherd! It's a bit like finding out (in record time) that my own lineage goes back to Hartford, Connecticut in the 1600's. Have a question about yourself, BAM, in comes the answer.

I love all of the characteristics of the breed and would never, in a million years, have brought a dog like this into my life when we lived in that little house in the suburbs. She was meant to come to me now, to live and run and blossom in these woods that I love so much. She DOES like to run through everything, collecting velcro-like weed seeds and those damned ticks but she is calm enough in my hands to allow me to do my best to clean her coat.

She is gentle with the cats and loves to do the play stance with Boopie and has lulled our little old Sugarpie into a sense of calmness with a dog.

Trixie had such a rough start here but I was determined to do my best to turn her around.

Yesterday, we put the dogs back on leashes to take them down on the shared gravel road used by  our "down the hill" neighbors, simply because I had heard the propane guy backing up into their property. I figured that it would be wise to hook them up for the walk on the path, so that there would be no issues with the truck that also services our tanks. Tug tug, pant pant. There comes a place where you can either enter their property or hang a right and go up into our hills and once we were up the hill a bit, we let them loose. Go Play. Trixie was deliriously happy and ran up and down every steep deer path, literally flying off of the hillsides. I tell you, if our big boned Tank had ever attempted this kind of maneuver at any time of his life, I just don't believe that his joints would have appreciated it. Trixie, on the other hand, seems built for this stuff as she rockets through the brambles, nose to the ground, scarfing up the scents of every critter that set foot on the land overnight. She is a marvel to watch with her exuberance and I can't imagine having a dog like this in any other kind of setting other than wide open fields for run run running, like the video, going around the internet, of the dog leaping through wheat fields. Pure joy.

She was meant to come here. Thank goodness that Lorrie owns Huskies and knows how to take dogs out and about until their tongues fall out of their mouths sideways or I would really worry about leaving here for show trips.

Good dog but keep your mouth off of the handspun. :o)

Comments

[Janice]

It's wonderful to have you back blogging! So how does Trixie feel about the handspun? Curious? Indifferent?

[Lisa Souza]

I think that she went after a skein, before it was washed, simply because it smelled of my hands. She didn't hurt it, but just rumpled it. She does have great taste in yarn, I must say. :o)