I guess I wore myself out and Boza…

Up at six a.m. and walked until 7 a.m. Then went back to bed, Boza agreed and we both slept until 9:30 a.m. and Boza is still sleeping, off and on. I am going to write a post and Boza just sneaked upon the bed and is hiding in the blankets, hoping I do not see him… 🙂

It seems that Boza and I wore each other out yesterday; yesterday we walked in swirling snow and sleeting rain for 3 hours plus. We found three new old lake areas and one more cement pond. We both fell down more times than we could count and skated on iced ponds in joy, more times than we could count. But it seems to have taken a toll. Today Boza and I are tired, just plain worn to the bone tired. Boza is getting old and for that matter, so am I and yesterday let us know just that fact…

The two explorers…

I took a selfie with Boza and normally I do not like the way I look and I really never look good for any photo, but something about this photo has grabbed me…

I have grown up all my life with dogs as companions and life to me is kinda empty without a dog. But, I have never had a buddy like Boza, a buddy that will go anywhere with me and not question why we are being stupid…

Boza is getting gray around the muzzle and in the photo is the realization that I am gray around the muzzle also. I took this picture and when I put the camera away, Boza immediately leaned up against me and sat next to me as we looked out over the lake area, in the photo below…

(That is another ice skating pond and we need to get Sveta down here to ice skate…)

The selfie image seemed to be a milestone in time for Boza and I. We are about the same age in human and dog years and we are partners in crime, be that whatever it entails to be. There is a bond between Boza and I that transcendences life as a whole and as much as he needs me, I need him…

I remember like it was yesterday; Boza was new to our family and literally in shock from the transfer of a gas station dog to a family dog. I was worried that he would not be capable of the change. I had him out walking and he collapsed and would not could not walk. I remember he was still a puppy (6 months old) and was laying on the ground shaking, like a leaf…

I picked him up and went back to the flat, but the elevator was dead and we lived on the 14th floor. Boza looked bad and I started to walk up the stairs. 14 floors to our home at that time. I finally got home and kept him warm and dry. In about 4 hours he woke up and was a different dog after that. I chose to believe that he remembers me carrying him and the realization that he was not alone and that the Alpha member of the family cared if he lived or died, sank into his brain. Boza realized that he was amongst family now and not alone and not having to fight the world by himself. Boza became family and our kid in many ways…

Boza has now stepped out of the kid mode and is now an elder. He has earned his position in life and leads me by his nose to interesting things to investigate, just as much as I lead him to spots of interest that I see with my eyes. I follow him and he follows me and he stays near enough to me to be there, if something is wrong…

Boza is that once in a lifetime dog; that dog that transcends the boundaries between just a doggy and companion. He is a male dog and I am a male also, we have our moments of who is boss and Sveta (being a female) does not understand why we do that? I understand and he understands, but we both know that in the end we are a team…

If all the world would be like a Boza, the world would be a better place…

I see the age in Boza and when I look at the image above, I see the age gathering its wings in both Boza and I… 😉

Have a nice day…

Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia (WtR)