Boost's death was so sudden, and Tika's death was so recent before that, and my dad's illness was so bad-- I never did a photo retrospective of their lives. This isn't one, either, but I wanted to gather some photos for a smaller project. Here they be.
Boost had no fear of racing to almost the end and riding it to a slam-down.
Championship in CPE!
I had to hustle to be anywhere near her at the end of a dogwalk.
Boost loved to help me in the yard while I trimmed. I'd toss the trimmings into the air; she'd leap, catch, shake them firmly, and toss them to the ground with great finality, then wait for the next.
Waiting to run, tugging on her Riot Tug.
We did a little nosework. She was catching on.
My Merle Girl.
Resting between rocket-powered frisbee catchings.
Boost loved the snow. Anything in the snow.
Heterochromic eyes, like her mom's and many other relatives.
Get In The Box trick.
She learned this from watching Tika. Amazing.
Running at the beach. She just liked running.
Demonstrating her lightning-fast weaving technique.
Floating through the air down a line of jumps. Like magic when it worked.
Tika also taught Boost how to use tunnels, although Boost's puppyhood playground included tunnels.
Hiking, climbing, exploring.
Loved running through the powder; preferred that to running along the trail!
Atop Coyote Peak, one of our frequent hikes.
Boost's absolutely favorite toy of all time.