Fetch.
Since this is my first Explore, I feel like I owe this dog a little background story.
My extended family and I are extremely close. About once a month, all of the cousins get together at my Grandma's house in the mountains for dinner. My grandma loves to have us over. She used to live there with her Black Lab, Libby, but sadly, after being the best companion my grandma could ask for for many years, the dog had to be put to sleep just a few weeks ago.
The last time my family got together, all of us cousins went outside to take photos. I was taking a few shots when I saw a big, black figure out of the corner of my eye. I turned around. My first thought - "Libby!" - but it wasn't her. It was a lost dog, who had wandered into my grandma's yard. Except for the ears, she looked almost exactly like Libby.
The lost dog was friendly and energetic, and each of the kids took turns throwing a stick for her to fetch. This is a candid of her playing fetch with my little cousin Joey.
It was the first time I had visited my grandma's house without Libby there. This lost dog brought back so many memories. There's something mysterious about those mountains that loves to remind you about days gone past, but maybe the visiting stray was just a coincidence.
Then again, maybe it wasn't.
Fetch.
Since this is my first Explore, I feel like I owe this dog a little background story.
My extended family and I are extremely close. About once a month, all of the cousins get together at my Grandma's house in the mountains for dinner. My grandma loves to have us over. She used to live there with her Black Lab, Libby, but sadly, after being the best companion my grandma could ask for for many years, the dog had to be put to sleep just a few weeks ago.
The last time my family got together, all of us cousins went outside to take photos. I was taking a few shots when I saw a big, black figure out of the corner of my eye. I turned around. My first thought - "Libby!" - but it wasn't her. It was a lost dog, who had wandered into my grandma's yard. Except for the ears, she looked almost exactly like Libby.
The lost dog was friendly and energetic, and each of the kids took turns throwing a stick for her to fetch. This is a candid of her playing fetch with my little cousin Joey.
It was the first time I had visited my grandma's house without Libby there. This lost dog brought back so many memories. There's something mysterious about those mountains that loves to remind you about days gone past, but maybe the visiting stray was just a coincidence.
Then again, maybe it wasn't.