Back in May we let go of Stella, our beloved ACDx. The network our vet clinic is in has a great program. When you let go of a pet you can purchase a tree and participate in a planting ceremony.
Faye and I along with about a dozen other people did that today. I was able to select a redbud sapling (Cercis canadensis) which two of the techs planted. It seems like a strong young tree and I look forward to watching it grow. I’m unlikely to see it get large and old. That’s fine; this proverb gives me a lot of contentment.
A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in. – Greek proverb.
Here’s a photo of us next to Stella’s tree.
Achilles’ coat still has tufty after a brushing. Always has been, always will be.
And that’s fine. An exquisitely groomed dog isn’t on our list of needs.
I was very kindly allowed to bring Achilles to work. At one point, he positioned himself at the entrance, where he could watch the world go by.
Our elder statesman Achilles regards the world with his normal aplomb.
Though we’ve had several spells of warm and humid weather we have resisted installing the window air conditioner. I broke down today – temperature in the high 20s C and humidity upwards of 70% – and plugged the a/c into the living room window. Tomorrow may be even more warm and humid, and storms are likely.
Achilles seemed to like my action plan.
Back on Thursday.
Being one of our dogs is rough work.
Achilles surveys his domain.