I have so many pictures of her: when she was little, in the yard, on the couch, on the ground, at the back door, under the table, eating food, doing a trick, rolling around... You see a few on this blog, too! You probably think I am obsessed with my Dusty, and, well, I can't say that's not true! :D
Dusty is a very happy dog. She is always happy. It's like I can see the little corks turning in her brain, trying to figure out how to look on the bright side of things. When there's a loud noise, look on the bright side: I'm so scared I somehow end up on the big chair with the blanket on top of it - that's really comfy! When it's too hot out, look on the bright side: there is a very cool spot behind the toilet just waiting to be enjoyed! When my bone is underneath a blanket, look on the bright si - whoa, that's really crazy, now I can try to scratch it out of the blanket and run in circles!
So yes, you get the idea. She has strange habits, like sprinting in wide circles around our basement when her bone is buried in a blanket and yes, sometimes we do find her behind the toilet, but that makes us love her so much more! On July 4th, the neighbors were setting off fireworks, and we went outside to watch. We noticed Dusty run downstairs when she heard the noise. When we came in, we found her napping on a chair with a huge blanket thrown on it - we have no idea whether she jumped there from the ground, or maybe off the couch, but she's never been up there before! When she saw us, she wagged her tail, but was in no hurry to get up. She was very happy where she was!
Sometimes I feel so bad leaving her in the house alone. I don't think she really minds it, she mostly just sleeps the whole time, but she doesn't get to play as much or go outside when we're gone. She's always so happy to see us home and so sad to see us go. But again, she looks on the bright side - many times when we come home, we see her trotting out of my brother's room, where she has a pillow that she loves to lay on. The thing is, she doesn't appreciate anyone making noise when she's on that pillow. She likes to lay on it when the house is quiet, so she takes advantage of our absence and enjoys her quiet pillow.
I like to look on my iPhoto and watch her grow. I have so many pictures of her, starting with when she was little, with her little tail and fuzzy black fur. She was so small! Then I move on to after her first haircut. She looked so different with tan fur that was underneath the now gone black, and she seemed... energetic. She could see better without the hair hanging in her eyes, I think. Then on to when she started getting bigger - 10 lb., 11 lb., 12 lb., and I notice her fur in the pictures changing from shaggy to short to shaggy again as she got more haircuts. She went from 2 lb. to 14 lb., and she just turned 2. She always seems like the new puppy, and I still love to play with her just as much as when we got her, but at the same time it feels like she's always been there, waiting at the house of flopping on the couch.