Wandering the garden this morning with Stanley, I couldn't help but think that he doesn't get enough 'airtime' around here. He's not ancient or rare, like the beagle, or perfect, like Wood - he's simply a happy white dog with brown spots who makes me laugh everyday. Although he responds to his given name, Stanley, his diverse and fascinating personality has (quite naturally) lent itself to derivations of that name: Stannish (when he's listening to opera), Stanler (when he's just out and about), and, of course, The Stanimal (for those times).
Stanley is the only dog that I've ever had that isn't scared of fireworks - and last night, late in the evening - when kids in the neighborhood were letting off the last of their fireworks, Stanley and I sat on the deck and watched them in the tree tops. Ahhhh...what is better than a fine dog?
Nothing is better than a fine dog and your Stanley looks like a champ! It's hard to believe that an animal can become such an intrinsic part of one's life!
Posted by: layanee | 05 July 2007 at 10:41 AM
Layanee: He is quite handsome, isn't he? And yes, an intrinsic part of my life - as I'm sure the dog is that I see roaming your gorgeous garden!
Posted by: Pam | 06 July 2007 at 07:31 AM
A fine dog is a thing of beauty... and a dog that makes you laugh every day is a wonderful treat. :) (And he's adorable, too!)
Posted by: Kim | 09 July 2007 at 08:15 PM
Kim, Thanks - Stanley is pretty adorable, although he prefers to be considered manly (as the lone male in the household). You've made him blush. I had him at the vets yesterday for his annual visit, and everytime the vet tried to listen to his heart he would roll over for him to pet his belly. I think someone must spoil him when I'm off to work.
Posted by: Pam | 11 July 2007 at 09:01 AM