Recently our son Jeff and I were trying to remember how old our shared Scottish Terrier, Ceilidh, is now. She went to live with Jeff during his college years to help him through a bit of depression, then she chose him as “her” human permanently. She now lives with him in Ohio.
To determine her age, I went back in my sketchbooks — these are from 2011. The blog entry to the above sketches reads as follows:
“ Ceilidh insisted on tackling the front steps by herself after the first few times, running from me before I can pick her up. But she is still wary of coming down them.
Sort of like us. In life, it's much more exciting to go forward when we are feeling "up". Harder to function on the down side.”
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