echopraxis:

I’m a city girl. I love airconditioning, high-speed internet, and having malls just a short car ride away. But I went to Ilocos Norte with my dad at the end of December, and spent five days on my grandparents’ farm. I’d previously gone during my sembreak in October of 2010.  Despite being so far away from a city, and all the comforts I take for granted, I enjoyed myself very much. Both times.

Both then and now the highlight of my trip was getting to play with and walk my grandfather’s labrador retrievers. There are three of them now, after one passed away last year. There’s the yellow one named Juice, the eldest, a sweetheart who has cataracts in one eye. Padfoot (named for Sirius Black’s animagi form, and black, as her namesake would suggest), the fattest dog I have ever seen, literally so fat she cannot run.

And the silhouette in the photo is Toby, the chocolate lab. He’s the son of my own beloved and dearly departed Labrador, Cerberus. He acts like and resembles his father so much it’s eerie. He’s a little taller and a little thinner, and he doesn’t have the scar over one eye that his dad did, but other than that it’s almost as if I’m seeing a ghost brought back and made corporeal.

(Source: spaghettify)