Thursday, May 12, 2016
Guard Dog(with Open Window)2016
Huge, with a head the size of a platter, and deep booming bark, we figured Cash to be mostly Mastiff. In the spring of 2015, our youngest daughter's life took a turn where dogs weren't allowed, and Cash came to live with us. For the first few weeks he was depressed, and ate just barely enough to keep going, but gradually, he began to adjust to life without his Goddess. It wasn't so bad--two little dogs to play with, a huge back yard to protect, dirt to roll in, and best of all, a fairly constant desert sun to warm his aging bones. This winter, on a daily basis, a murder of crows filled the branches of the elm trees in our yard, keeping the air alive with their continual cawing, co-existing with Cash in his new life.