Mom spotted the remains of our often 18-inch mound of snow on top of the birdbath.
We still have quite a bit of snow left on the ground on April 5th, here in Anchorage; though, some of this was snowblowed here to clear underneath Mom’s wash lines.
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Mom and Dad visiting Alaska with my dog Harvey at the port of Whittier, Alaska — early ’80s.
As can be seen in this picture, Dad loved Alaska, and they would have moved here had he not gotten sick. He died in 1989. Mom moved to Alaska 2.5 years later.
I raised Harvey, my Irish Setter, from a pup, and had to leave him with Mom and Dad when moving to Montana and Alaska in 1980, because of apartment living and working long hours in summer. I still remember crying on the stairs in our house in Bloomington, Minnesota, the night before leaving him to live out west.
Though we didn’t see eye to eye on everything, Dad was probably close to being the perfect father. He taught me a lot, and introduced me to nature. As a family, we visited all of the contiguous states west of the Mississippi, camping. Glacier National Park probably made the biggest impression. Dad encouraged me to try things, and gave me space to adventure on my own. Amazing!
Being a people person with a keen eye for detail, he and his brother owned a very successful barbershop in Minneapolis. His handyman skills were also impressive, even building his sister and brother-in-law’s house at age-18. He could fix almost anything.
He left us so early. Doctors couldn’t figure out why, and everything they tried made his condition worse. He was miraculously healed in ~’74, after which he was fine until I encouraged him to attend a church that had a pastor who hid his true emotions…. Ugh! I wish I never would have done that. Churches can be toxic, and I didn’t know at the time how much. Many pastors were never even called to be church leaders, but are confidence men. I write about James-3 cursing in my spiritual blog, having learned a lot the hard way.
Digital camera scan of a glossy print
William Wallace by my side, while Kelly sought small game — 4 years ago.
As William got older, he didn’t run as much, while Kelly would never stop investigating in his later years.
The intimate landscape I was trying to capture with the Canon is of two, red Columbine flowers and this little falls. The gentle wind was moving the Columbine just enough to thwart our effort. The telephoto lens magnifies any movement.
Grateful, I cherish this moment, together!!! How can a price tag be put on such a faithful companion?
I miss my boy.
Sony RX-100 Handheld
It’s interesting to notice how the different, rich colors affect one’s heart, when watching in full screen, of course.
Skagit Valley Tulip Festival – Flowers Scenery | 4K Nature Relax Video in 3 Parts – Trailer
A few months after we rescued him — age-3. Agile speedboy!
I would often call Kelly ‘Kellyman’ (pronounced kellee-mun – Jamaican style), so he wouldn’t sound like a girl.
“It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s Kellyman — Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound!!”
Related: Kelly – the boy nobody wanted
This seasoning may be the best I’ve ever tasted — contains robust “natural mesquite smoke flavor.” They don’t mess around!
I don’t know yet how it will store. Maybe it’s best to keep it in the fridge.
I’ll have to double check on the price, but I think in the store it’s only about $6.95 for a 20 ounce container. Really good deal!!!
Kirkland Signature Sweet Mesquite Seasoning
Kelly was a special needs, rescue dog who was abused by a woman. We got him at age-3, unaware of the great challenge. It took years for him to trust Mom. I tell the story here, including how Kelly ended up being my favorite dog, ever: Kelly – the boy nobody wanted.
This shows the beautiful success; though, is sadly Kelly’s last night, which I explain here: Kelly’s Last Day.
With Mom’s 15 pound Dachshund
(photo) Kelly – The Last Hug
“That’s my boy,” I used to tell him. He was really something! We had so many adventures together.
Mom took this photo just before we drove to the vet.
Story continues below…
3/3/17 1:41pm – vet appointment was 2pm
Kelly’s hairdo was natural. I didn’t comb it that way.
Kelly loved to run, and collapsed the day before while running on the trail, just after passing me. After about a minute, he could stand, and then walk, but I knew this was probably the end, based upon a similar experience I had with my previous Gordon Setter, William Wallace. And while lying next to him later that night, the ugly sounds coming from his heart made it clear what to do.
[It’s amazing how hearts work extra hard to maintain enough oxygen, even after the valves are failing — a credit to our masterful Creator!]
After examining Kelly, the vet went in the back room to prepare the concoction, but Kelly’s heart completely gave out in front of Mom and me on its own.
So at least I never have to wonder that putting him to sleep was the right decision. But it was really hard to lose him at age-10.
I tell more of Kelly’s unique story here: Kelly – the boy nobody wanted.
Another image: (photo) Kelly – The Last Hug