He can spend a good deal of time with his nose in a bush, delicately licking its boughs. (Some things we don't allow him to lick.) He's always considerate enough to leave a little something for the next dog to sniff. His pleasures these days are as many as they've always been, but his tastes are more refined and he takes his time enjoying things. Sometimes he just stops and smells the air for a while.
Needless to say our walks are not what I'd call exertion for humans. A trip around the block can take nearly an hour. It is, however, time well spent in the very best company.
oh he's a cutie!
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ReplyDeleteHe's very good company and although he's quiet, he's an excellent communicator.
ReplyDeleteBoz looks the Lord of the Manor and quite happy. (Thought you might get the lawnmower out to make some strips :)
ReplyDeleteHow do you make those strips, LOL? First we have to try to get the stuff to turn green.
ReplyDeleteAnimals are honest about their age. It's always a pleasure when I come across them on the trails. This is one of the loveliest photos of Boz
ReplyDeleteThank you, PA. He seems to notice his own changes. We love him so.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous dog. I love him too.
ReplyDeleteSuch a fabulous portrait of Boz. What a great dog. I hear that the Slow Movement is catching on all over the world; Boz can obviously tell which way the winds are blowing in that regard.
ReplyDeleteHe's a majestic cutie, and now I've major dog lust!
ReplyDeleteKarin, I'm sure the feeling's mutual. He knows who his friends are.
ReplyDeleteKatie, Boz knows all about slow. And about wind.
Lulu, all animals are special but there's something different about a dog. He or she will be your friend in ways no one else can.
That is a very distinguished elder statesman look that Boz has perfected, a true southern gentleman.
ReplyDeleteSometimes "mosey-ing" is good for the soul.
ReplyDeleteBoz has such a regal pose in this shot. "Another dog treat? Of course, Your Majesty."
Hope he'll go on for years like the trooper he is.
ReplyDeleteHe hasn't been feeling in tip-top shape lately, but he's still a gentleman and a good moseyer. He enjoys treats, although he's now turning his nose up at canned food and will eat only rice if it's mixed with chicken. I don't hold out hope for years, but I do hold hope that however much time he spends with us he will enjoy. I'll feed him golden eggs and caviar if that's what he wants.
ReplyDeleteOh, sweet Boz. This is so bittersweet.
ReplyDeleteOh, Boz. What a sweet guy. I do love him - he's one of those dogs with eyes to the soul - you don't need to have met him in "person."
ReplyDeleteAlso, moseying is such a lost art. We must all do more of it. I will start tomorrow...
ReplyDeleteIt is, Margaret. I'm beginning to get an idea of what Karin must have been feeling a few months back.
ReplyDeleteAdele, perhaps you'll meet Boz one day soon and have a mosey with him.
I would love that.
ReplyDelete*I* should look so good and be so well cared for and respected when I get as old as Boz.
ReplyDeleteLong live your patience and devotion, Petrea, and long live dear Boz.
Regal is quite the motif over here just now - perhaps he's picking up on that.
ReplyDeleteI've been following to its sad end a blog about a dear sheepdog in deepest France. Guaranteed to have you in tears, but also to uplift and affirm how precious these friendships are:
http://wilfanddigby.blogspot.co.uk/
Boz is beautiful. I know he appreciates your moseying along with him. This is a beautiful picture worthy of framing.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the link, Linda. It's beautiful. Of course I can't read much of it without tears. We may or may not be near the end but it doesn't matter. I am not prepared.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bayside. I've printed so few of my pictures. I need to get to it.
All they do is mow one direction and then opposite direction on the next strip using a petrol-powered mower with a roller behind the cutters, say 'Ace'. Your lawn looks like the lawn I had when I live in Pasadena. We had the same sort of grass - not like English fine grain grass. Still looks nice.
ReplyDeleteIt's greener in the shady spots, that much I know.
ReplyDeleteTwo Thanksgivings ago we thought we were going to lose our Miss Daisy...she had surgery and got a reprieve, but we also knew it was only going to be for a short time...even though we knew, it was so hard when it was time...We do love our dogs...and I know Daisy loved Boz instantly when she met him at the SGV picnic.
ReplyDeleteHe is a handsome fellow!!!
Oh that I lived close so Boz and I could meander the neighborhood at our pace. We'd make a good pair!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful portrait of one of my BDF's!
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He's just had a breakfast of chicken and rice and is napping in the sun.
ReplyDeleteI'm late but not too late to appreciate Boz. This photo gave me a pang in my chest, he looks so dignified and yes, regal. Dear, sweet Boz. I have a soft spot for him, just like you have for Tommy.
ReplyDeleteWe were lucky to find him at the shelter. It has been a perfect match. It seems so serendipitous--makes me wonder.
ReplyDeleteHow good is to have such a lovely friend! He looks adorable!
ReplyDeleteHe is my very dear friend, Sonia, and I know you understand.
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