The two light tan in front are mum and daughter. Rear Jimmy, and Brownie to far left.
End of the year, a crisis, a celebration, or a routine day, is as good as any other to see life simply, without filters of prejudice, blinds of perception, myopia of insular thinking.
I read profound declarations by serious practitioners of living life right, yet many seem to miss the simplicity of just caring and sharing.
This story is about a family of native Indian dogs that live next to my house. Mum had a daughter and then Jimmy, who is now six months.
Mum and daughter were taken to be spayed. Jimmy missed his mother's body and howled for two nights. Then Brownie moved in and took care of Jimmy and cuddled him.
On Sunday, mum and daughter returned and found Brownie on their territory. Jimmy was ecstatic and frisked, while the girls sniffed him around. Reassured they allowed Brownie to hang out with them.
Here the four are off to have a fun morning. All one family.
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