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Dee Oh Gee.

I am just making the deadline for Sweetnicks's WDG#3 I just found out about. That's dog blogging to you. And lucky for me I got to see these three handsome people today. All dusty and chewing overripe figs off trees, chasing squirrels and eating loads of gofers. I am a sort of step parent to these partial Mc Nab terriers. They are devilishly good looking, smart, gregarious midsized dogs who all share the same mother but come from various litters. Both Isaac, the oldest, and Babette, the middle, were the only puppies to survive after their siblings had been eaten by coyotes.

They live on a 40 acre vineyard and farm just a mile south of Yountville with their main human P. We used to say that they lived at The dog resort. They eat only the ripest persimmons, small live animals who don't run fast enough, walnuts, and four varietals of cherries.

The first time Babette ever swam was a day when I came to the farm after work and she and P. were on the other side of the creek. When I got out of my car she startled, wagged her tail, looked longingly and wide eyed at me, gazed quizzically at the water, again at me, hesitated, then jumped in the high winter creek, clambered up the bank and we all began clapping.

I have been in love ever since. That sappy sort of make-a-fool-out-of-yourself-in-public-by-flirting-with-every-nice-dog-you-see kinda love. I roll around with these creatures, get bit by fleas, sport paw prints on my clothes, and have been nursed back to health by them.

They are my family.

Comments

[Melissa]

Beautiful pooches!
Max could run ragged on that beautiful land! What a life they have.
Take care!