Diane Putnam's photos

Reba, the master athlete.

I'm glad that Brick got to spent the last year of his life on this huge property with my son's family. He could run as much as he wanted off-leash and be his wild wolfie self. (Run in peace, Brick - 2006-2021)

2006 - 17 Sept 2021 Brick was my favorite dog, ever. This beautiful soul lived at my son's house, but in my secret mind, he has always been my dog. Quiet, kind, a gentleman in every way, he could also turn wild. He was a Karelian Bear-hunting dog and could take off in a flash after any wild animal, chase it for mile after mile, get lost for days, be returned home, then curl up in front of the fire like nothing had happened. His humans quickly learned that he had to have high fences and leashes at all times, but he would still, on occasion, find a "loophole." His nature led him to independence, a light "trail appetite," barking only when necessary, problem solving, and a slight aloofness around most people. I was in awe of his Karelian* genetics. He was a temperate-weather dog, but strongly preferred cold weather and deep snow. He was the rarest and most unique dog my family every had. We had to say goodbye when he suddenly became limp and pale. It wasn't anything my vet-tech daughter-in-law was able to diagnose or treat. He was about 15 (unclear because he was a rescue), too old for a grueling round of testing and medicating (he HATED being fussed over) and was well above a Karelian's expected life span, so the decision was made to usher him to a dignified rest. I'll never forget the magical Brick, the half pet, half wild dog that I loved. *Finnish and NW Russian. (Photos were previously posted as singles.)

Brick is at peace with the stars and the planets. I miss him very much. (Photos were previously posted as singles.)

Stacked cars. I had never seen this before - or never noticed. This train was going quite fast, as we were out in the boondocks, so the image is a bit "bent." It's more obvious in the video, next upload.

My grandson talks about discovering he's allergic to fish - his tongue tingles. He is very disappointed by this, because he loves fish and tells me how he cooks it. No more fish for him, and probably no more shellfish, either. ☹ He was leaving for college the next day and we were going to a family barbecue.

The pronghorn antelope waits by the road every evening. If someone from my son's house drives down the road, he stands there until the car is within handshaking distance, then turns to saunter off to the left. There is also a hawk named Larry. He is on the same electric pole every night, swoops down and flies along with the car. This is where my son and his family live. I love it out there at night. There are coyotes, foxes, rabbits and hares, small rodents, antelopes, many species of raptor and even wolves.

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