Here is Juneau this morning after yet another walk in the rain. We've had a lot of those lately. A week ago, while the rest of the family was in Colorado visiting my oldest son, Juneau and me were caught out on the Battle Road in Concord in a steady downpour. We were two miles from the car. But unlike my old dog, Juneau loves the rain. Earlier, as we were setting out from the Minuteman Visitor Center parking lot, a tour bus pulled in. The woman leading the tour was dressed in 18th-century garb. She stared at Juneau. "Is that a rescue from Pureto Rico?" she asked. Seems she had a sato, too. Despite each being comprised of a smorgasbord of breeds, these rescues are a distinctive breed.
Juneau loved having no human besides me around the house for seven days. But eventually everyone came home. In the above picture, she has her eyes fixed on my youngest son Matt. She needs to know where Matt is at all times. She remains terrified of him.