The cattle dogs were extremely focused on something outside the rustic cottage we recently stayed in. Faye and I never did see it or figure it out.
Tag: Achilles
Dogs at Play
I am sorting through photos and came across these from the time shortly after we moved back to this house.
Achilles kicks off a merry chase game and Kendal joins in, which he rarely did.
Achilles leads on with Kendal in hot pursuit of him. Achilles is so fluid and graceful, Kendal is pure power. Chilidog can outmaneuver Kendal but if Kendal caught him, Chili would be bowled over. Stella is in hot pursuit of Kendal. Stella and Achilles have been buds for seven years now. Sometimes she singles Kendal out for special attention more than I like.
Chase games happen less frequently now, the dogs are older. While it would be easy to be sad about that, I prefer not to be. I look at these photos and smile. I look at Stella and Kendal now, several years on. They are crashed on separate dog beds on the deck. (I would look at Achilles but he is inside, crashed on the love seat. They are our dogs. They are good dogs.
11:30 and It’s Nap Time
Being a dog is a tough, exhausting job.
Time to rest.
It’s a rough life, being one of our dogs.
Achilles
Achilles aka ChiliDog is an Australian Cattle dog mix. I’ve owned him for just over seven years and guess his age to be ten or eleven. In two ways he is atypical of the breed because he has never met a human he disliked, and also because he is not driven to do a job, though I suppose liking humans is a job. Often when he is at rest or relaxed his tongue hangs out like this. I have no idea why and he certainly isn’t letting me in on his reason.
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