Cody has been so sweet lately. She's really thriving as the only dog in our pack. She spends lots of time outside, says hello to all the other dogs she meets on our walks, and has lots of new human friends (especially her Favourite Person In The World, our next-door neighbour). She's even more affectionate to us, in her own low-key way, now that she doesn't have a dog brother or sister to obsess on.
Cody loves sticks. Finding them, chewing them, carrying them, chasing them (although not retrieving them). And the bigger, the better. She loves to bite down a huge branch - sometimes several times longer than she is, and full of leaves - and drag it around the backyard. She has a special corner of the yard where she brings all her stick treasures, stockpiling them for future use.
The other day I was cutting down a patch of dead shrubs - mostly sticks with some leaves on the top. Cody came over, turned her head sideways, and tried to pick up a stick that was still rooted in the ground. She was trying to bite a stick right off the tree! It was so funny. Next time she does it I'll try to have a camera ready.
Allan's going to take pictures at the party tomorrow, so with any luck, Cody will perform her stick-dragging routine.
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I'm starting to dislike having only one dog. But at the same time, I'm not ready to do anything about it. If there were stray dogs in Mississauga - wandering around on the street or in parks, the way there often were in New York - the question would probably be answered quickly. But a conscious, non-accidental decision to adopt another animal... I think we don't have it in us right now. And, as Cody ages, she'll reach a point where it wouldn't be right to bring another dog into the family. Yet we can't imagine one day being dog-less. (We adopted Gypsy, our first dog, in 1987.) That's where it stands right now: just kind of confused.