Achilles waits behind the gate while I work in the front yard.
While I’d like to have him out front with me – he is very unlikely to race off after some attraction – it’s better having him in the back yard. He is an old guy and I prefer having him there. He is safe from the stray or loose dog which might take advantage of his vulnerability while my back is turned or I’m otherwise unable to defend him.
A decent study of Lucy; she held still long enough for me to photograph her.
I love her floppy ears.
Lucy, before a thunderstorm chases us inside.
I want to get a photo of you, so sit. Stay. Stay right there.
Every dog has at least one quirk. I vacuumed the house, then took the floor mats outside and mopped the kitchen floor. Fitzi dislikes smooth floors and refused to cross the kitchen until Faye returned from running errands.
Our most special senior Achilles takes his ease, and continues to cut a very dignified profile.