Not my dog

But he's still my favorite.* Kody was my ambassador to dogs after being bitten, chased up trees, charged, and lunged at. Kody could get his bark on, but he was mellow. I learned what he was trying to communicate, helped him up when he needed it, and he would actually listen to me sometimes if I pulled out my best alpha-dog voice.


The only other time I leaned over a dog this close--I was five--I got my forehead chomped, and I've still got the scar to prove it.


*I can't believe it's been 5 years since you passed away. I miss our walks, buddy.

Damn, I really didn't set out to write a post that would make me teary. Sniff. OK, I'm good now.


A year ago on TTaT: Humid!