It's been years since my sweet Espie girl trotted off down the trail and ever since I pined for another garden dog. I told Michael that I wanted a dog that would stick by my side for the most part, make eye contact occasionally and not get into too much trouble. Then came Arrow.
This is our first summer together. He's turned out to be an extraordinary friend. As of yet, there has been no undue digging, no destruction to speak of. He has a penchant for tomatoes and has taken to collecting the Snow Whites off the ground.
Don't get me wrong, Beagle is a good friend too, but she tends to lose her head when the horses go by which makes for a stressful round of pointless shushing. She runs back and forth baying all the while. It's distracting and unnerving. Other than coming unglued by the horses she's a great dog - unless she spies a cat, then it's pretty much the same situation - the running wildly through the yard, the baying, the shushing the frantic and frenzied energy she injects into an otherwise peaceful activity. She can't help herself and I don't hold it against her. It's just why she will never stand on the tallest center podium waving the family flag overhead with a gold medal dangling from her collar.
I should add, in Beagle's defense, that she is an excellent (or should I say 'eggsellent') collector of eggs. Never have I seen a dog so gingerly handle an object. If she happens upon a guinea egg, she plucks it gently from wherever it lay and sets it down ever so carefully at my feet. She has never, to my knowledge, broken an egg. And more impressive, she does not take it upon herself to crack open her little treasures.
I'm not going anywhere with this post other than to say that I am lucky to have the beasts that I love heart and soul by my side as I get lost in the greenery. Here's a few photos of my little tomato collector: