Achilles can pose as well as the original..
. . . to do nothing all day long, and after having done so, to rest. Proverb attributed to the Basque
Ah, the life of a dog.
I very rarely buy toys for the dogs. I couldn’t resist a squeeky toy shaped like a beer bottle. Having an aggressive squeek, labelled ‘HeinieSniffin’, and depicting one dog sniffing another’s butt it was too good to pass up. Alas, it lasted about ten minutes in Chilidog’s strong jaws. I was compelled to take it up lest he inadvertently swallow a piece of it. I forgot just how aggressive a chewer he is.
Achilles has danced for his meals for as long as I have owned him. Because he goes straight up and not onto me or Faye, I allow it. It’s quite endearing. Stella is content to wait at ground (or deck) level.
The combination of warm sunshine and a grassy bed resulted in Achilles being firmly attached to the ground from nose to tail.
Kendal is 12 1/2, our elder statesman. His eyes are bright, coat healthy, appetite good, willing and ready to walk. The scare we had at the first of this year has made me much more appreciative of how blessed we are to have such a healthy boy.