Monday, July 29, 2013
Yet another example of how special our rescue dog Josie is: One of my quiet joys is how Josie will sleep at my feet in our family room as I blog late into the night. Last night, I noticed that Josie was not in her usual spot. I investigated and found her asleep in the adjoining living room, which is next to the guest room and the front door. Yesterday afternoon, a friend of a friend from church moved into our guest room for a few weeks as she recovers from surgery and looks for a new apartment. One of the attributes of Josie's breed (Black Mouth Cur) is that she is "fiercely loyal to, and protective of, her pack." So Josie expanded her zone of protection, choosing to sleep between me and our new pack member, ready to protect us from intruders. (Of course, any intruders would have faced only an exuberant volley of excited licking, but you get the idea.)
In my previous post written on Christmas Day 2009 when we adopted Josie for our then-high school senior daughter, I wrote that "our empty nest years will be more complicated, and fuller, now." I can state unequivocally that Josie indeed has made the past three years since our daughter left for college "more complicated, and fuller" (although I fear for the long-range health implications).