Remembering Jagaa

It's particularly coincidental that we should be dogsitting right now, since it was almost exactly a year ago that we took Jagaa in. There's been no follow-up since she ran away. Although Sarah has seen a dog around town that looks like Jagaa, she's convinced it's not she, mostly on the basis of it being larger in size and having less wonky eyes. We of course continue to hope that she's found a nice new Mongolian family who are super impressed by her knowledge of many commands in their own language, but we're aware that it's far more likely she's, well, returned to the steppe. To be honest, I don't find myself thinking about her all that much anymore, though it is not exactly rare that something happens which makes me miss her. Taking care of Bambuul evoked a mixture of sentimental reminiscences and overwhelming relief that I no longer have to stand outside in the freezing weather waiting for a yipping puppy to defecate. Either way, she was a lovely dog in her own way, and I feel it's fitting to take this chance to remember her. So here's some highlights from her life, at least that part of it which was known to my friends, to Kaede, and to me.