Thursday, November 26, 2015
Monday, November 23, 2015
Someone asked if Willa plays with Bob and Layla.
The answer is no.
She's not comfortable with Layla's size and roughness.
Anyway, she'd rather be hunting.
Not that she's ever caught any, at least as far as I know.
But they keep a girl's nose busy with their sneaky little tunnels all over the place.
Did I hear someone ask about the kittehs?
This is what the kittehs do, at least during most of the day, this and watch birdies through the window.
At night they rampage through the house,
doing secret kitteh stuff
Saturday, November 21, 2015
Watching dogs playing is like meditation for me . . .
Dogs are so intensely in the moment . . .
And they can dart up and down the slopes like nobody's business -- last time I tried something like that was sixty-some years ago at Camp Junaluska and I twisted my ankle rather badly.
Bob can't help but look graceful . . .
Layla is a little envious . . .
And she wonders just what it is he's found . . .
Okay, that does it. She's going to have to see about this.
And off she goes.
"What's all this then?"
Bob's not talking.
Just another day in Dog Heaven.