It’s her first birthday. For a while we didn’t think she’d make it to this one. We’re sure happy she did. Click on a picture to see the full-sized gallery. Sorry there are so many photos, but it’s hard not to take her picture.
Bliss when we first picked her up.
Here, Mary and I just picked up Bliss from the breeder Susan Liptak.
Just hanging out.
She took to the water right away.
Sailor shares his duck with young Bliss.
Sailor and Bliss became close buds.
This girl loves her sand! She plays on the banks of the Eel River.
Bliss is a forester’s dog. That means it’s her job to go to the woods.
Bliss the “Wild Woods Pup!”
We didn’t know it yet, but Bliss was one sick puppy. She had chewed a toxic mushroom in the morning. In the afternoon we knew something was wrong and headed for the vet.
She spent all week of vacation in the veterinary hospital. The doctor thought she wasn’t going to make it.
The Doctor Bob released her to come back to camp for our last night.
Headed for home and she seemed okay, but we knew she’d need more car because of the nature of the poisoning.
When we got home she had to go back into the hospital.
Once she was back home again she made the best of it.
After a few weeks she was able to return to work.
Bliss says this is more like it!
On the Upper Sacramento River.
On the Trinity River.
Bliss at Dog Creek.
Bliss and Tasha.
Bliss in the Sacramento River.
Bliss and Tasha in the Sierra.
Bliss loves to play and Tasha isn’t immune.
She loves playing with her buddy Sailor.
Bliss points a pheasant in the grass.
She puts a bird into the air.
Bringing home the bacon.
Bliss with her hunting partners.
Bliss, Sailor and Tasha the three amigos.
Bliss one year old.
If you missed her mushroom ordeal you can read about it here: