Happy  Birthday  to dear  Sultan!  Wishing you  many, many  happier returns!

We adopted Casey, a troubled 3 year old female, from Toronto German Shepherd Dog Rescue last November, two weeks after the death of our beloved Jenny, also a GSD.  Was adopting Casey a hasty, ill considered move, completed while we were still in shock? Perhaps, but I don't think so.

Our first shepherd was Mishi, an adolescent I adopted from the Sault Ste. Marie humane society in the late seventies. She lived with us for twelve years and was our constant companion, reliable friend and warm pillow. Wherever we went, she went - by bush plane, canoe, on foot or by car. She loved our cats, but would chase all others. Squirrels, groundhogs and muskrats were in mortal danger whenever she was near.

When Mishi died I thought that it would be impossible for me to ever love another dog the way I had loved her. By then we had one small child and another on the way and foolishly, we did not get another dog until eight years had passed. That was a mistake we swore never to do again.

Ben, Haliburton lookout

 
Yesterday, as usual, he accompanied me out on the ice for a day of fishing. Lia wanders too much, and Cy's not too good with recall yet. I usually bring along a tennis ball and frisbee, to keep us warm and entertained between bites. But yesterday was one of those rare days when the action was virtually non-stop, and tending lines meant more perch to feast on this weekend.