Sunrises in Rosharon

I have to share the beautiful sunrises here in Rosharon. I often search for beauty in the sky. Clouds, sunrises, sunsets.

This is one of my favorites.

But wait, there's more!

Some with gorgeous clouds as a bonus.

Some that need no words.

This is actually the moon in the morning.

 

The Sweetness

We are truly enjoying our new space and new happy, thrilling, life. The dogs love their yard and explore it often.

 

Or, they just lay in the sun on the lovely St. Augustine grass while I take pictures of them.

 

 

Or, just sitting and staring off into the back of the property.

 

 

Life and love is grand!

 





 



New Life ~ New Time ~ New Space

 First to League City

Then......

 We moved to Rosharon!

All we needed was a fence....

Wah lah! Happy dogs, happy family!

 

 



Wishing For Cooler Weather

Rowe-Quinn was 3 months old when I volunteered to foster him. I really wanted to pick a female from the litter of 3 that were at the founders place. But, something about this boy drew me to him.


It was his face and his personality



This is where he liked to nap in the beginning



He was special from the start



RQ was so good with the younger fosters



He never 'ran' with them though



But he gave them confidence



Taught them



and napped with them

When he was 4 months old I had him x-rayed for hip dysplasia and sure enough. The reason he wasn't running with the pups was the fact that the bones in his hips were malformed and rubbing bone on bone and it hurt.

He's pain free at this time with homeopathy and supplements, daily walks & good raw food. I'm so glad he's with me.

Too Hot To Play Outside

I was looking through my photos for puppy photos of my fabulous five! I don't have any of Sookie or Alissa and Sugar was 2 when she came to live with me. Here's Rascal:





Just a pup when he first came into rescue



It took him at least a year before he trusted me



But slowly he gained confidence



He matured & became elegant

 He still shies from me if I move too fast or if he thinks he's in my path. But funny! Yep he's a goofy boy and I love him.

My Son's Weekend Get Away = Cheezmoe's In 'da House

This evening Cheezmoe found an itty bitty piece of rib bone (cow's rib, not human) in the backyard. She's been gnawing on it for about 15 minutes.

She turned her back for a moment and Rowe-Quinn stole it. Giving Cheezmoe a throaty 'grrrrr' (he's got nothing to back it up, but he is bigger and older).

Surely he'll be giving up soon.....



You let him have it!!



I'm going to pretend not to watch.



He's losing interest I can tell.



Where'd Cheezmoe go?



One more throaty warning from Rowe-Quinn



Thank you Grandma T

I apologize for the doggie bile on the doggie bed. No worries, it's dry and I'll brush it off outside one of these days.



My Bookends-Sookie and Alissa