Had lunch with old and dear friends yesterday. We talked the news (my ears are still feeling the heat of that discussion), our lives (each of us are caregiving for parents), and even sports.
At least once a day I find Sage hiding out. She'll find a little space somewhere, out of the way of her rambunctious sister, where she can just sit, watch the world. I feel so protected by Sage, as if really, she is watching over me. It brings me a sense of peace, as hopefully it does for her, also.
Sometimes I think these two are desperadoes. When they get bored, they convene a desperadoes meeting to figure out what the heck they can do that will grab my attention. Often, the result is not good! Amazingly, it's Sage who leads Annie into trouble, then backs away, of course, as if she didn't do anything!
So part of the weekend routine is a trail run. It's easy on Sage's legs and Annie, well, you can only imagine. If we do 4 miles, Annie does 8. Up and back, up and back. Ah to be so young!
Settling into weekend routines: checking on Grandpaw, long runs on trails, big breakfasts, quiet afternoons, housecleaning...
I keep saying that Annie has been the hardest dog I have ever been owned by, to train.
Sometimes when the world seems haywire, there is nothing more therapeutic than a snowball fight. 
I only hope that global climate change does not mean no snow during Annie's lifetime. She simply loves it way too much.
Ok, so this post is a little late, but I listened to Martin Luther King's famous speech yesterday. It never fails to move me to tears. Such an amazing man, what foresight, what ability to link together so many ideas, and what insight into his own life. One of my favorite quotes is something to the effect that it isn't the barbs of enemies that hurts but rather the silence of friends. 
I took a lot of pictures of Sage this weekend and in looking at them after the download, I realized just how soulful she is. Her deep brown eyes and little furrowed brow. I have a deep thinker on my hands! A philosopher! She is her name. A Sage!
Well, it's been a year and a half since Sage's surgery. And she is doing so well! She's lost some weight. She is running twice a week (on trails), and during her afternoon walks, she initiates lots of chases with Annie.
There is nothing Annie does that isn't filled with energy. She explodes out of the car, onto the bed, and when trying to play with Sage. If I could hook her up to a transmission line, the US would be energy independent!
We're having relatively warm weather here in the Northwest. But now that Annie knows what snow is all about she is dreaming about it.
Just 'cuz you're getting older doesn't mean you have to hide under the covers!
We're tied to home base these days, not jaunts to eastern Washington. The girls get out for some trail runs on weekend mornings, but they spend a lot of time twiddling their paws at home, wondering about the next adventure.
After the presents, I took the girls for a walk. Or in Annie's case, a mad dash! She didn't have to be good for Santa-paws anymore!
Annie and her holiday collar trying to prove that she indeed can be sweet.
And here are Annie's:
Sage and Annie decided to share their New Year's Resolutions. So, of course, Sage goes first:
Quiet. We slept in. Ate. Ran. Worked. And, of course, opened stockings filled with dog treats and toys.
It's been a tough year or so. And while we were in bed by the time the clock hit midnight, we could hear celebrations all over the neighborhood (and to the neighbor whose idea it was to bang pots and pans...?!?).
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