Having none of it. Fitzi invites Lucy to play. Lucy is having none of it. Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailLinkedInPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
Fitzi. We are so blessed to have him. Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailLinkedInPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
A noble profile. Beloved Fitzi. Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailLinkedInPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
Watching my dogs. Watching my dogs watching their world. Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailLinkedInPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
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. tzi Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailLinkedInPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
Sometimes words are superfluous. Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailLinkedInPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
Watched. Fitzi, head cocked a bit to his right, watched Faye come out the door. He is such a good dog. Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailLinkedInPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
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’. Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailLinkedInPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
Tug o’ war. Lucy (left) and Fitzi play tug o’ war. We are so fortunate that our dogs get along so well. Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailLinkedInPinterestLike this:Like Loading...