The long gray is ending and we once again are allowed to have
and spectacular Sun Rises
The daffodils are blooming,
The grass is growing
The old dog says it’s tastey,
And every one is at peace.
I have trouble understanding why the dogs get so excited when we start packing. The opportunity to spend several weeks of extra crate time?
Or maybe they really like sunsets.
Travel photo-journal will be posted on the Not-About-The-Dogs Blog.
I am thankful that someone other than me is going to introduce Kady to sheep and to . . . goats? To that effect, Kady’s friend Missy picked her up today to take her to Glenn’s house for boot camp.
Here is Kady checking out her new surroundings, and making sure that Mom had packed enough food for her.
And here is Kady surprised at her first view of HORSES!
Hopefully she will be ready for at least an HT by Nationals.
I am thankful for a warm Kady on my lap.
Tom sent me this picture this morning. I’m going to subtitle it “tales of raw fed dogs.”
For those of you who may have doubted that one or two of my dogs could be good when surrounded by 120 or so other corgis . . .
I have photograhpic evidence.
Apparently non-corgis aren’t so threatening when they’re not Black!
It was hot. The humans needed to keep the water bowls full.
Kady and Dora with some of their tailless cousins.
A quiet moment close to the Food.
And here is Huxley with his BFF Radar. Huxley sings “walks like a woman but talks like a man.”
The humans did yard work this bright earth-day morning. The dogs, on the other hand, were their usual lazy selves.
Huxley kisses the baby.
Remind me why we don’t allow brindle merles to be shown. Kady’s points, her face and her legs, are brindle merle. To me it is the prettiest of colors.
There’s been lots of talk on FB lately about flashy dogs and big dogs and “pinks”.
Flashy dog, plain dog, a matter of personal taste. Couldn’t ginger merles be the same?