I feed this animal about 4 times a day – I can never get a covering on his ribs. He always seems in good form though *touch wood*
He’s the third dog I’ve had; I’d like another smaller one. A walk’s not the same without a dog.
I didn’t take this photo – it was taken on a Samsung S2 mobile phone. Not bad at all.
It wasn’t a cold day, or even a misty morning. The clouds of hot dog breath were created after a hot-blooded, fast-twitch lurcher had done a few laps of a field in excess of 20 miles per hour. No wonder he’s so skinny. What I wonder is: where does all that energy go once he’s exhaled? I suppose it settles in liquid form on the grass before being absorbed into the ground for a plant to use one day. And then on, who knows where.
There’s a Where we Walk post and photo from one summer somewhere on this blog; it features the girls and Rudi with his tail curled unattractively like a pig in it. This is the same place and we haven’t walked there for months due to the cold. Yesterday was a beautiful sunny day so Rudi and I took our chances. I was going to walk all the way along the bottom of the fields by the brook, but if you carry on along there you end up at a small lake and I had visions of Rudi doing a bad impression of an Ice Road Trucker on the surface, and us both dying as a result of the rescue. So, instead I swung left up the hill towards the big tree and when we got to the crest, this is the sight we were greeted with.
No jokes about Cruellas please, these ladies were lovely.
Their youngest dalmatian had been recently rescued, with a broken tail, from an evil puppy farm. Ahhh.