Posted by
Claudia Moser
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7:25 AM
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ABC,
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Dog,
Naila
She is Naila, Peter's dog which is now our dog. She is my beautiful little darling and I truly feel blessed in having her in my life. I am grateful that she exists and that she loves me unconditionally.
Posted by
Claudia Moser
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3:17 PM
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Commitment,
Dog,
Naila
When I met Peter, I knew that he already has a lady in his life, a lady who knew him long before I did and to which he was pretty committed and dedicated. I also knew that the two of us will have to go along if we would like to share Peter's love. Much to my surprise, Naila took me into her life without much fuss, she simply loved me since she knew and felt the love Peter had for me. She is a very wise lady, 13 years old (for a dog she is 91 years old!!!), very sweet, and she made my life more beautiful. I am very grateful that I have the privelege to spend my life with her, she teaches me a lot of unconditional love (OK, it may have something to do with the cheese which she loves and gets from me LOL) and she deserves all the best. Being an old lady, we need to take care of her a bit more than before, her legs are not what they used to be, she cannot run as she did a couple of years ago, but her eyes never change when looking at us.
Below some pictures from today, it was rather hard to get some snapshots, she is rather shy :)
P.S. This is an entry for the McBloggery weekly theme called commitment
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"A story is not like a road to follow … it's more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while, wandering back and forth and settling where you like and discovering how the room and corridors relate to each other, how the world outside is altered by being viewed from these windows. And you, the visitor, the reader, are altered as well by being in this enclosed space, whether it is ample and easy or full of crooked turns, or sparsely or opulently furnished. You can go back again and again, and the house, the story, always contains more than you saw the last time. It also has a sturdy sense of itself of being built out of its own necessity, not just to shelter or beguile you."
by Alice Munro
