My husband warns me against turning this into a doggy blog, but once in awhile I give in to temptation.
Caught in a sunbeam...
She still fits in her favorite chair. How, I don't know.
"You laughing at me?"
By the way, it occurs to me I probably have a bunch of new readers unfamiliar with this dog's history. Let me briefly explain.
Last summer my beloved Great Pyrenees/Irish wolfhound Gypsy came down with lymphoma and we had to euthanize her at six years old. I was shattered. I tend to get ridiculously fond of my dogs, and six years was far too early to lose a dog as magnificent as Gypsy.
By the grace of God and the kindness of some wonderful breeders, we brought Lydia into our lives just a day or two after losing Gypsy. I never thought I could be as fond of another dog as I was of Gypsy, but Lydia stole our hearts immediately. She's a purebred Great Pyrenees and is now almost 18 months old. A Great Pyrenees can be a livestock guardian or a family guardian, but not both. For us, Lydia is a family guardian.
Just so's ya know.