It was spring, not fall…
Josiah was two years old, not four (sniff, sniff)…
Her name was Dixie, not Lucy…
And hey, we’ve added a cushy rug to the living room…
But the scene yesterday was much the same as it was that day. The exuberant lab stepped out of character, and forsook all other activity to lay by the side of a little boy with a sick tummy. Such devotion!
That was then…
This is now…
Poor baby … sweet doggies!
Yes…but doggie singular. I should have figured out how to more effectively communicate that it is the same dog in both scenes!
What a good doggie. I hope Josiah feels better today.
Those are such cute pictures! In the recent picture Josiah looks so much like Jonathan!
That’s right! Dixie had a name change! I was thinking she was one of the previous foster doggies.