There are landscapes, seascapes, skyscapes, cityscapes. Here is a furscape. Achilles’ fur, close up.
. . . Achilles is pondering life, the universe, and everything. Actually he is juuuust beginning a head shake.
On the other hand, perhaps . . .
Despite this blurry and out of focus image shot in low light, it is easy to see relaxed and at ease Achilles’ tongue simply hanging. I do think he either does not know or care whether his tongue is out. Whichever (or for another reason), it is most amusing and endearing.
Achilles, dozing on the deck of a pet friendly cottage we recently visited. We took only him, leaving Fitzi and Lucy at home in the care of a trusted sitter.
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.
Achilles and Fitzi wait out a late summer thundershower.