So, here I find myself at the computer, searching for ‘dog waterproof jumpsuit’ on Google. Because whatever niche product you want to buy, the internet is bound to have it.
In all seriousness, winter is coming. And the beautiful spaniel puppy I brought home a year ago this month has grown into an equally beautiful but very long-haired adult dog.
I have a guest staying for the day. He is very agreeable and has perfect manners. 🙂
“Joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy
with only the autonomy
of their shameless spirit” (Pablo Neruda, translated from the Spanish below)
“Alegre, alegre, alegre
como los perros saben ser felices,
sin nada más,
con el absolutismo de la naturaleza descarada”
Day 22 of the First Thirty-one Photo Challenge at Fourtuitous!
This is a (bad – sorry, didn’t have time to take a good pic!) photo of a photo from page 175 of Yann Arthus Bertrand’s beautiful book of horse photography. This Auxois stallion looks like he is laughing (or, more likely, champing at the bit!)
An Auxois stallion on page 175 of Yann Arthus Bertrand’s book, Horses.
It’s Day 19 of the First Thirty-one Photo Challenge (from Fourtuitous)! Today’s theme is “Fur”.
I have to admit: I forgot about taking a photo for today’s challenge. And now it’s dark, it’s the end of the day, I’m tired and the cat is not being photogenic.
I’m not gonna lie. This is an old photo, taken last January. I know that is probably cheating but I thought any photo was better than no photo. I’m determined to see this challenge through!
Day 19: Fur.
I love the way the sun is shining on Kitty’s fur.
Today’s theme for the First Thirty-one Photo Challenge over at Fourtuitous is “Slumber”.
A happily slumbering cat exudes peacefulness. How much more relaxed can you get?
Day 3 of the First Thirty-One photo challenge (Fourtuitous.com)!
When the clock ticks past 4 pm, I know who will be waiting patiently until I return home to feed her.
Before a cat will condescend
To treat you as a trusted friend,
Some little token of esteem
Is needed, like a dish of cream — T.S. Eliot
Waiting for the human