The time between Cleo 1 leaving the planet and Cleo 2 was a few years. As usual, my sister would say, no I can't replace her ( you know how heart wrenching it is to lose your darling doggie), but eventually, Cleo 2 came along.
Then Cleo 2's life ended, and that was to be the end of that. However, years later, in Texas, I was talking to my niece on the phone and she told me my sister had "another Cleo."
When I visited a few months later, there she was, as cute as can be, but very much a puppy and being trained by my Old English Sheepdog expert sister (you cannot drop the Old, I learned). I admit she drove me crazy; everytime I moved, up she would spring and run at me, around me, jumping on me, getting over-excited, scrappy little one that she was. Note the left paw in motion.....
A year later I visited again, and she was calmer, she even stayed still for 2 seconds while I photographed her. She is such a good dog, and she is very loved.
Sheesh! She's still following me around with that camera of hers. This photo makes me giggle; it took me a while to get used to the fact that these doggies don't have tails.
It's hot in Texas, I can't wait for my haircut appointment.
Tuckered out from all that posing. It's a hard life being a top model!
Which reminds me of Carol and Doug, the American friends I met in Germany. He was doing his military service; she was a government employee; me supposedly a German-language student, "supposedly" because I tended to meet anglophones and mostly speak English. We all met at the Frankfurt Playhouse, and before I knew it they decided to get married. I returned to the U.S. some months before they did, and they brought home an Alsatian. When I went to visit them in Brooklyn, they introduced me to the dog. His name was ... Hund. German for dog.