Figured that since I already posted a warm, high-grain canine image today, I'd follow up with this one. It's an ancient photo, scanned from a dusty, scratched print, so apologies for the quality... and yet, I still wanted to share it. It warms my heart every time I see it.
I took this image at some point during my years at Iowa State. My mom called me one week to say that our dog, Dakota, had "found" a litter of puppies that had been dropped off in one of our ditches. They were about six weeks old, she guessed, and absolutely adorable. My parents had decided to find them all homes, but it took some time - so for a blissful couple of weekends I rushed home after classes on Friday and spent all weekend playing with puppies. We made them a makeshift kennel in the feed building, piled high with straw and kept warm with heat lamps.
There was one female, nicknamed "Purdy", that I longed to keep. I kept taking her and Dakota out together around the farm, hoping Dakota would acclimate to having a puppy around. But he refused to even look at her, even when she so cutely whined and licked his chin and (very politely, I will say) waited for him to acknowledge her. In fact, he took it a step further - he wouldn't even look at me. So we found a home for the female pup as well, and I'm sure Dakota breathed a sigh of relief when all the pups were off the farm.