September 19, 2003

Harvest Time

image copyright Fred First

... and Buster is not here to help us dig potatoes.

So many things about ol' Buster we took for granted. How he anticipated our plans, cooperated with our tasks without complaint, enjoyed whatever the job of the day happened to be, as long as he was part of it and especially if it involved him getting to ride in the truck... even if it was just to the end of the valley. Tsuga, some day, when he outgrows his baby teeth and baby self-absorption, will be a joy to be around, feel like he belongs, happily be a member of our little family. But Buster was one of a kind, kind and sensitive to a fault. I don't think Tsuga will ever be guilty of being too gentle, more like Tina Turner... he likes to do everything... nice... and rough.

Posted by fred1st at September 19, 2003 12:28 PM | TrackBack
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Incredibly evocative passage and photo. Hope your book is full of thoughts and imagery like these. It will be a jewel. It might be worth the effort of self-publishing to incorporate photos like these.

Posted by: David at September 19, 2003 05:38 PM

As a city dweller I would call this scene an island of peace and refuge. Lovely photo.

Posted by: jenny at September 19, 2003 05:38 PM

Beautiful photo!

Posted by: Euan at September 20, 2003 04:09 AM

awwww, your post and picture just make me want to sob my heart out.

Funny how an animal becomes so much a part of us.

Thanks for sharing the picture. I wish I could go there right now.

Posted by: aithne at September 23, 2003 05:30 AM

agree with u

Posted by: lexapro at November 11, 2003 04:03 PM

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