I took this picture when we were camping, and I’m certain Wilbur and Cherokee were glad they came with us.
Monday night, Wilbur had a seizure. It was not his first, nor will it be his last. I think the many white hairs on Wilbur are due, in part, to the seizures he has from time to time. Watching him seize is heartbreaking, as is watching him when he clumsily stands and wobbles around trying regain control sooner than his body will allow.
Wilbur is a kind, old soul, and I love him very much.
I took “Our Red Beauty” on Monday night, as the sun was setting. While I was taking pictures of Cherokee, I noticed her brother, Wilbur, stayed by my side. Then I noticed our shadows, mine and Wilbur’s. This shot was the spontaneous shot – my first attempt. I took several more pictures of our shadows, but Wilbur wasn’t as loyal when he was the subject. I’m guessing Wilbur is more about spontaneity and genuineness. What a great dog.
Cherokee is one of the most beautiful mutts in the world. And, as long as the squirrels frolic in the trees, she remains on alert.
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