Heading Home

Today we'll head to eastern Washington.  It will, I sense, be bittersweet.  It is a place Murphy loved, where she, when she was only a year or two younger, could roam and romp.  I just know there are at least a dozen tennis balls hidden in the fields...

I am worried about Sage, she seems lost without Murphy, a lot more anxious.  Hopefully two days at the property will allow her to be distracted, to play and pretend she really is a guard dog!

Murphy had many homes: the property, her Seattle home, and certainly in each of our hearts.  Yesterday was an outpouring of that love: friends left plants and trees at the door, Paula brought over bread and cookies from another "distant" friend (thank you!), my friend Ann from Oregon checks in via email.  I can not thank each of you enough.

So we'll walk among the aspens, listen to the wind in the Ponderosa pines, caution Sage from doing too many mad dogs along the Wenatchee River.  We'll head home for a day or so...

Murphy's day.