September 1999, the last year of the 20th century… RC and I got married. Y2K was a letdown, and we are still alive and kicking!
In a recent interview on Humans of New York HONY the Series a comment that really struck me was “money will come back. You can never get time back”. This week never a truer statement was said.
Today as I think about an easy, tasty anniversary meal to prepare on this 30C day, years of fond memories and triumphs interrupt my thoughts. So, so many I can’t begin to choose favourites.
I also pause for a moment to be grateful that Iphones, texting, Instagram and Facebook didn’t exist. Everyone attending our wedding was present :).
Some folks have since passed away, or simply drifted on. We have even both lost our original wedding rings 😦 such is life. We’ve shared a series of dogs – seven so far, lived in a few different cities, eaten a lot of good food, attended a lot of shows together, spent almost two years (not consecutively) living in an RV with at least three dogs, and recently started a significant new chapter in our lives together. We didn’t do any of these things alone or in a vacuum – it takes a village right?
Our wedding was a beautiful day, and our marriage is a beautiful world to exist and dream within. I wouldn’t change a thing. Happy (18 +5 years) Anniversary RC!
Yes, a huge time lapse since my last post in May. I was originally going to introduce the puppy, but as you can read it turned into a memorial tribute. The house is still relatively quiet compared to when Cider was here, but it has an amazing new energy that of course really only a puppy can bring.
Foundling Age – 6 weeks?
First photo I saw
When he came to live with us
Photo 1 – Foundling Age ( 6 weeks?), Photo 2 Age I saw him on Bandaged Paws FB Page, Bottom Photo – First Day with Us – (5 Months?).
In all Archer – the ??? possibly Samoyed/Border Collie mix has been easy to train, virtually non-destructive and a source of entertainment and laughs. At approx. 9 months there is definitely a little remedial training that could happen, but in all he has turned out to be a gem. I have to credit the rescue and foster family for a large part of his socializing and demeanour.
First road trip with the gang
Tug with old man Diesel
Frankie gets her two cents in
Earlier in the summer I was at the vet clinic having him weighed (he needed worm meds ugh). Hanging out in the reception area showing him off and chatting with the vet she agreed he was probably pretty much full grown, and more than likely part Samoyed. Showing him off to anyone that was interested a woman walked in to pick up some dog food – she asked me about him. What he was, where he came from etc. I said I didn’t really know, that I was told he was found at about six weeks old wandering alone in High Level. She stopped, and just gushed – ” oh he is a little foundling”. She was just about in tears, and went on to say how lucky we were to have found each other. I have to agree – this little Bandaged Paws rescue mutt, the little foundling has definitely brighten up our summer days.
In the Garden
Lil Wolf Man