Gretta would follow me everywhere. If I would slip out of the room while she was sleeping, she would find me and scold me for it - loudly. I started writing this blog in February. There has not been a day since that Gretta was not on her pillow under my desk or under the window, acting as my ‘blogging editor in chief.’ Even if she was ill, she was always there, watching, listening, and expecting, in her Schnauzer way, for me to do my best. Often offering up reproachful barks when I didn’t take enough time outside with her, or worked on through her quitting time.
|Gretta and Walter|