Fitzi invites Lucy to play. Lucy is having none of it.
We are so blessed to have him.
A noble profile.
Watching my dogs.
Watching my dogs watching their world.
A dog and his log.
This hard maple chunk has been Fitzi’s go-to chew toy for about five years. Doesn’t splinter, break into potentially swallowable pieces.
Sometimes words are superfluous.
Fitzi, head cocked a bit to his right, watched Faye come out the door.
He is such a good dog.
Same game, different location.
Tug o’ war continued in the living room. We finish drying laundry on a rack in the living room and Fitzi was inside the duvet cover tent’.
Tug o’ war.
Lucy (left) and Fitzi play tug o’ war. We are so fortunate that our dogs get along so well.