Enrico and Bo hunting bunnies early one morning on Isle of Dogs. I’m not sure that Bo is very good at this.
We gathered at Canis Beach in the Dog Park (while Lil was napping) to draw the winnards for the VKC “Guess the next breed competition”. Rosanna had a magic hat that drew names out of the competition datasbase. There was a lot of cheering and even more drum rolling.
I can remember that the new breed is the Yorkshire Terrier, but I had a few beers afterwards and I can’t remember any of the winners.
Oh, I know what you’re thinking: “That’s not very high up“
“He just took it with a racy camera angle to make it look high. It’s probably about six inches off the ground like when they film those terrifying clinging to the window ledge of the skyscraper scenes in a thriller.“
Well, you’re wrong. (-:
That’s Pepper, the Old English Mountain Dog.
I don’t think she knows how to get back down.
You’ve heard me mention my Aunt Lucy before. She’s a bit of a slacker. No wait…. make that a lot of a slacker! I can say that quite safely, without fear of rebuke because she is far too lazy to come here and read my blog. But lazy or not, her dog Rocky loves her. He spends hours trying to get her attention.
“Come on Lucy! Pleeeeeeeease play with me! I’ll give you my biggest, bestest bone!”