Tag: dog

The bestest toy.

While store bought chews and toys can be swell, a twig can sometimes be the bestest toy.

Lay.

Fitzi lay in the grass; a second or two after I took this photo he started rolling.

Life is good when you are Fitzi.

(I have had some trouble posting photos during the last few days.)

A swell dog toy.

A rinsed, empty pill supplement bottle can be a swell dog toy.

It’s not a Pogo, it’s a corndog.

I understand that Canadians call a batter coated hot dog, a Pogo. I occasionally like to have a . . . corndog. In the States they are called corndogs. That is what I am used to. More so, this guy is why I will always call them corndogs.

This guy came into my life in 2006. He was yellow, he was round, and he was a dog. Ergo ipso facto, I named him Corndog. He were the bestus sweetus boyus.

So it’s not a pogo, it’s a corndog. End of story. 🙂

Lucy, update.

It turned out to be a small scrape on the pad, rendering it sensitive. Since she was largely back to normal by Monday, Labour Day, we decided to continue watching through the week. She’s fine, back to her normal self. Here she is tonight, watching the world go by.

We’re pleased that she is her old self.

Lucy, resting.

She has not been active today – her right front is bothering her. We are watching it and if not better by Tuesday, off to the doggy doctor.

Poor pup. She has always been such an active girl, it is really different to see her not running and jumping and playing.

All that was missing . . .

. . . was a gentle, rippling snore. Or a loud buzz-saw snore.

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A good roll.

There is nothing like a roll in the grass.

Nope, not sleeping.

Nope, nope not at all.

Flanked.

I was reviewing my oh so extensive photos directory, saw this photo and smiled.

Kendal is flanked by Achilles (left) and Stella(right). Although they have gone on ahead they remain, and will always be, so beloved.