I've become addicted to watching Steve Lehto. Every day, I look forward to the new 10am video and the Vaults on Fridays. I'm not a livestream person, I can't sit and watch someone for 2 or 3 hours... no room in my schedule for it. Maybe one day, I'll start binge-watching the livestreams.
My dog Maxwell has been gone for many years now. He lived before the digital era . I was never a photography buff, and all the pictures I have of him are either film or polaroid, none of them I would consider to be a 'good' foto, like you have of Milo and Wolfie. Anyways.... about 15 or so years ago, I was sorting through some of those old pics, and I ran across one of him that wasn't too bad. One thing about Maxwell, is if you were going to come into my house, you HAD to get past him first.. He might bark a little, he might growl a little, he would definitely sniff you up and down and once, he even pee'd on my neighbors shoe. I think that was a sign of affection? Anyways I framed that pic of my old buddy, and hung it on the wall of the entryway of my house. Steve, if you ever visit me, you will have to get past Maxwell first.... He was one of a kind.
Dogs are so wonderful. I had a mutt - a Springer Spaniel mix named Sam - and I swear that dog was part human. After I took him for a grooming he would actually pose - he WANTED his picture taken. We would take him to parties and he would make his own friends. I was still in college so I had this crappy little Chevette - Sam loved going for rides. He wanted to go everywhere with me. I would put the seats in the back down, set him up with fresh water and his blankies and pill. He would wait in the car (parked in shade, all windows rolled down and only in cool weather) for me. Trust me, nobody was going near that car he didn't know. He was a big guy! My area was still semi-rural back then so we didn't lock car doors or house doors. That dog adored me as much as I loved him. If my boyfriend tried to sit next to me on the couch and watch TV, somehow Sam would get up on the couch and wiggle his way behind the guy until he could get in-between us. Sam did NOT like thunder boomers or fireworks. He would shake and burrow into my side - I always held him during thunderboomers and July 4th. Hated seeing him so upset. When he got old, his muzzle turning a bit grey, he got arthritis and couldn't climb upstairs to sleep in the bedroom with me. So I slept on the couch downstairs to be near him. He had trouble going up and down the 3 steps to go outside to do his business, so I carried him. People called me crazy and I didn't care. I would have done anything to make him more comfortable. Later he started having trouble getting to the door in time to let me know he had to go out. Whenever he had an accident he would go hide under the table - he was genuinely ashamed and embarrassed. I had dogs before but no dog ever came close to my Sam. When he finally was in so much pain every day that the pills the vet gave him didn't help the pain anymore I had him put to sleep. One of the hardest things I ever had to do. He was very brave. When Sam crossed the bridge I swore I would never get another dog. And I haven't. He always was a bit jealous of other "men" and I know he's waiting for me. He crossed when I first met my Jim, and they liked each other, so I don't think he'll mind that he's going to have to share me. I hope the 2 of them are spending some qualiry time together over there while they wait for me. If you're lucky enough to have a dog love you - you get it. We love them so much, don't we? Thank you for sharing your dog stories, Steve. I can tell they meant a whole lot to you.
Reminds me of when I was young, I tried water skiing, got up the first try and made it all around the lake. Tried the rest of the next 2 days but never got up again.
Steve, Speaking of lucky starts, when I was 16yo I wanted to try fly fishing so I bought a fly rod and reel as well as a few flys. I went down to the river and on my VERY FIRST CAST I landed a bass. I became so excited thinking about the wonderful fishing success that I was going to have that summer. Would you believe that I didn't even get one more bite fly fishing that whole summer? I never fly fished after that season again. I did continue fishing, but with my Mitchell 300.
In the collection of pictures I have the only ones that I hold dear are the pictures of people and things that I love. Yes, there are a few pictures of cars too
