Clingy

It has been a month since Sage died.  A very long month.  I still hear her, see her, reach for her bowl to feed her, anticipate walking her...

And Annie and Willa seem to cling to each other.  It is rare when they are not near by or together.

They are having their moments of absolute lab joy, however.  On Friday late afternoon we managed to get into the upper Yakima for an hour of fishing.  Little cold, some wind, no fish.  But the girls were in labrador heaven.  Tons of scents, water, and open space.  At one point Willa, in a fit of pure happiness tried to leap from one side of a channel to the other, almost making it before crashing into the soft sand.  She is a remarkable athlete.  Intense, confident, risk taking.

Annie went a little feral at the end, as I was breaking down my rod and taking off waders, wandering down a near by bike trail until she realized I was serious about leaving and would let her stay if she didn't come...sometimes reasoning actually works!

But there is sadness, still, in this house.  And we are all a little clingy.

Murphy's Day.