With my trusty Canon sidekick and these two fur turds there’s never a dull moment.

Always looking for the next best picture or portrait. Hitting the streets in June of 2019 - Maybe it’s you?

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 - TD

life of lib

life of lib

For those of you whom have never had the pleasure of a pet that became a special part of your life and family, your missing out. Not that a person can’t live a fulfilling and glorious life without one. .   Just sayin'

Lib chillaxin on the beach 

Lib chillaxin on the beach 

 

And If you are not one of those "pet people" you may be momentarily annoyed with my sappy recount of this most gentle an adorable furry soul. The thought might even cross your mind that I am certified cray cray, with a splash of neurotic, I’m no where near rich enough to be eccentric. 

But oh, this loss is real.  The unconditional love we received and years of great memories are something our family wouldn’t have given up for one second.  Seriously just look at that face!

Lib waiting for popcorn to fall out of my mouth , she never has to wait long.

Lib waiting for popcorn to fall out of my mouth , she never has to wait long.

Let me help you get to know our furry family member of 11 years. Her name was Libby, and she was a true lady. Lib always laid with her front paws crossed, And although medium sized and oddly shaped; She was a gentle, pretty little thing, and despite her too short for her body sized legs, she was a lethal hunter of rodents.  Truly a women of her time. Gentle, sweet, quiet, slightly tenacious and dead lethal when she chose to be-  If you know what I mean.

Gopher hunter - No rodent stood a chance 

Gopher hunter - No rodent stood a chance 

This common dainty pose she was so famous for 

This common dainty pose she was so famous for 

Lib loved to rest or sleep with her head propped up against the wall or baseboard; Weird.. I know. You see when Liberty first came into our home as a foster, the kennel she arrived with was too small. When kennelled, she would lay with her head propped up against the grated Kennel door, and I wondered if maybe this position became comforting in a strange familiar way? Comfy maybe, but it sure looked awkward as hell.

The armpit depth wade in 

The armpit depth wade in 

Libby was very modest, and disliked having her picture taken. She would promptly look away from cellphone or cameras. She loved the water but would only venture in up to her underarms. Past that would cause her to float and therefore lose her footing, causing extreme panic, and for her to exit the water immediately. Better safe than sorry I always say. 

She always kept her younger sister Ayva in line. And if the younger newer addition to the fur family ever wandered out of site, or became to rambunctious with another dog at the park, Lib would surely give her a good talking too, with her burly bark, and a stern nipping at the heels. Which could be a challenge because she could ever really catch “like lighting” Ayva. This may have pissed the old girl off more than anything,  but on occasion Ayva would graciously let her catch up and take the discipline.

Lib & Ayva on the river trail

Lib & Ayva on the river trail

Libby never wandered off and would stay by your side. A rare thing to have a pooch you don’t have to leash.

And that girl, loved her fresh veg!  She would devour lettuce, and left no potato plant unturned.  This year I decided no potato plants, for obvious reasons.  Without missing a beat she moved onto my cucumbers. Needless to say the pickle supply took a big hit this year.

In the summer after every feeding Lib would head straight out to the crab apple tree in our backyard. No apple hitting the ground was spared her crab apple hunting prowess. And because the wasps like them too, she learned quickly how to nudge and listen, ear to the ground for those nasty little things hiding inside her favourite treat.  If safe to do so she would pick that apple up, trot back to the house and chow down. It was like her very own self serve dessert bar. 

She loved popcorn and hated loud noises, yelling, and thunder. There were many sleepless nights consoling her gentle sole during years of our prairie summer thunder storms.

Have a feeling I'm being watched..

Have a feeling I'm being watched..

Hiding under my desk during a thunderstorm

Hiding under my desk during a thunderstorm

Our home will not be the same without her. I miss her. And if there is a doggy heaven she is surely there. Head propped up against the front pearly gates, keeping an eye on things. 
Sleep well baby girl until we meet again - xo 

Libby Stewart   RIP Sept. 2003 - Oct. 28th 2015

Libby Stewart  RIP Sept. 2003 - Oct. 28th 2015

Farm House

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