Every fiber of Achilles’ being suggests he is at ease.
Achilles loves peas. Every time we enter the vegetable garden he’s just outside the fence, alertly and intently watching our every move. Although he takes them with a bit of a grab it’s a gentle grab, never making contact with the digits proffering the tasty treat.
It’s always a pleasure to come home to this kind of greeting.
Achilles and Stella take their ease on the deck during a warm summer evening. Special dogs, so different from one another. I love both of them.
Achilles can pose as well as the original..
Kendal’s graying eyebrows and chin provide an appearance of the distinguished gentleman.
. . . to do nothing all day long, and after having done so, to rest. Proverb attributed to the Basque
Ah, the life of a dog.