This is a photo essay about some of the dogs I have loved. First, I’d like to share with you a photo that I took from a car window, while a passenger, going to Calahorra, Spain from Pamplona. We spotted this unbelievable sight:

These two dogs had bike riding down to a science!

When I lived in California, we had a little dog named “Gemini.” He was the sweetest little thing! Being a miniature poodle, he went to the groomer every six weeks, and he hated the bow they always put on his head, and he despised the red nail polish, and the powder. He was all “male.”

Well, we had a sudden snowstorm in the high desert on January 2, 1974, with six inches of snow. No one knew how to drive in it, no one had a snow shovel, and everyone walked around scratching their heads, wondering what to do besides drive really slow, and wait for the snow to melt! Gemini didn’t know what to make of it either.

Gemini with a snout full of snow

When Gemini reached his teen years, he wanted to take the car, but we wouldn’t give him the keys.

My next dog was “Muffin,” a Sheltie/Shepherd cross. She always reminded me of a fox and I just loved the color of her coat.

The last dog I had was Taffy. Here she is at rest on one of the first, bed size, (Irish Chain), tied quilts I ever made, in the 1980s.

That just about sums up my dog experiences, except for being “Grandmother” to Emma, a White German Shepherd. If you check out the on our website, you will see her there.

Patricia Cummings