Her Name is Patience…

…well, actually it is Carmel.  
I walked into the dining room and there she was. Laying in her dog-bed.
Somehow she knew that she was not supposed to move a muscle and so there she stayed.
Waiting… 
…on a five year old to come back and get what he left behind.
Whenever that will be…
(Two quarters of all things! Not even a dog-treat she could eat when it was all over!)
Have I said before that this is the most awesome dog ever?
I am afraid to get a new puppy because I just know in my heart,
no other dog will ever measure up to her standard.

Hiking Toward Home