Saturday, February 13, 2016

Cheyenne, A Wonderful LIfe

It is a complicated thing trying to explain to a non believer how much pleasure you can get from the company of a dog. Outside of a dog a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read,a quotation attributed to Mark Twain, about sums up how I feel about Cheyenne. She came into my life in December 2009 and even though she was given up to the pound on the grounds of being too old (?) I expect she has a few more good years left in her. I'd be as ready to give her up to the pound as I would be to cut my own heart out. She has traveled across country with us in the car, been all across the South visiting various friends and relations and she has thus suffered mightily at the hands of my wanderlust. Cheyenne exhibits unnatural abilities to make up her own mind, she knows what she wants, and she lets me know in no uncertain terms. When I have been bedridden with the 'flu she has slept with me and when I have been to tired to walk her she has failed signally to show her disappointment.  My tribute to my ever patient dog:

Ocracoke, North Carolina.




                                                Waiting for me to come home in the morning.




                 

















                                                     Santa Cruz California, not dog happy.
 Happy dog at It's Beach, Santa Cruz  westside.
                                                              New Orleans in the heat:


 Kristi's dog Bane empathizing:







 Admirers met on the street:






 Taking Elly's guest bed:
 Admirers on the street:



 The Fiat 500 was a bit small for her:
 More strangers!

 Loop road in the Everglades:

 That face:
 My angel:


 St Augustine:
 Mommy's exercise mat in a pinch:












 Ft Lauderdale:











Cruising New York's Finger Lakes in Steve's car:
 Vineyard dog:
 Brooklyn:
 Dog friendly La Quinta, always:
 Celo, North Carolina, an intentional community:



                                                         The Adirondacks, New York:
 Green Mountain Coffee, Vermont:
 Burlington Vermont:
 With David Masse, Montreal:
 Canada's Doughnut shop in Montreal:
 Mount Washington, New Hampshire. It was frigid and she liked it.
 Tourist Train, Portland Maine:
 Cidery in Portland, Maine:
 Boston by night:
 With Jack Riepe in New Jersey:
 The Lewis to Cape May Ferry:

Not impressed enough by summer in Cheyenne, Wyoming to bother stepping out of the car:

 Las Cruces New Mexico got her attention.


The Appalachian mountains.
My nephew's guest couch in Asheville, North Carolina:

Home:



Picnic Island, Newfound Harbor:



 How did Jack Riepe get in here (again)?





With my sister-in-law in Celo, North Carolina:



 Bobscoot, Bend, Oregon.

She took refuge from the heat in a wine shop in Bend:

A passer-by:
 A coffee stand in Oregon.
 Rick and Cheyenne, Santa Cruz harbor.

Her first sight of the Pacific Ocean, not impressed:



Above, the monument at Elizabeth Street, Key West.
Home, asleep.



Labradors  shed mightily.
 







Not everyone was happy to see her:
                                                          A very long walk in the mangroves.





 An impromptu vet visit, Montgomery, Alabama.

 Karl and Cheyenne in Birmingham.

 Her grassy bed at home .
 16th Street Church Memorial in Birmingham.



Boating isn't her cup of tea. But she puts up with it to be with me. I hope we get out this summer...




 Blue Hole, Big Pine Key. Not Cheyenne.