Lazy days - Mourning Goshen

Just as we joked about it earlier, the days with only Goshen have been like a quiet Sunday stroll compared to when also Barak is at home. We never need to think about keeping a dog in check; the door can stand open and Goshen walks in and out when I hang laundry, no one comes and begs for food when we eat, and no one wakes us up with a big wet Shepherd kiss too early in the morning.

The trip to Hararit was a joy doing with Goshen. She always stays by our side and you never have to worry about other men or beasts with her. She could not hurt a fly. Yesterday I brought her to Tel Aviv in the morning and we stayed all day, walking around the city, visiting friends, and in the evening she behaved like the perfect "aikidog" as Yoram and me practised for almost three hours in the Integral dojo. She was laying with the tip of her nose up on the tatami, sleeping deeply, while 15 people were exercising intensively.

I have no doubt that Barak will show the same calm and discipline one day, but we are still not there. He is way too inquisitive and strong-minded and needs to be managed at all times. Speaking of Barak, although we enjoy quiet days with Goshen, she enjoys it less. It is painfully obvious that she misses him. She has no appetite and is in a very tame mood. On Friday he comes home again, to everybody's joy. The vet agreed to start counting from the day of the snap and not from the day he was quarantained, which means that he will only stay eight nights in that terrible place. I do miss his wet morning kisses...