I like movies from the 30s and 40s. The 1930s and 1940s. One of the things I like is how they use the word “pal” in a vaguely threatening manner. When I saw this photo, I imagined Andre saying to me, “Look, pal, I got a bone to pick with you.”
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A while back, Scrappy thought he might become a pro wrestler (Scrappy’s new career). Now it seems Brandee is also interested. Brandee: DaddyDog. Me: Yes, Brandee? Brandee: I want to be a pro wrestler like Scrappy. Me. <sigh> He’s not a pro wrestler. He only said he wanted to be one. Brandee: Well, he told me we could be a Tag You’re It! team. Me: Okay, when he gets his first gig, you can go too. Brandee: Cool beans! I have my ring name picked out. Me. I can hardly wait. Brandee: Belly-Rub Brandee! Me. Have you been taking advice…
Abner at Play
I recently wrote about a dog called Abner here. I lamented that I couldn’t really capture him in the photos I posted. As it happens, Abner was in a play group or three recently and I realized I had some video. I’ve said before that I’m not good at video. That’s still true. Plus, this video was clearly not shot to be with an Internet posting in mind. Still, the video below does a much better job of capturing one side of Abner than I could ever to do with my photos. Notice I wrote “one side of Abner”. A…
Abner came to us with his Mom and sister a little over two months. I’m hazy on the details but I believe they came from a breeder. Abner was the least trusting of the three. Mom and sis were adopted and that may have set him back a little. We keep a leash on him at all times because he can be hard to corral when he is out in a yard. I started working with him over a month ago. Others have been working with him longer. I don’t usually work with the “scared” dogs because I just don’t…
Gizmo arrived a few days ago. If she hailed from Pismo Beach, she’d be Pismo Gizmo.
Common name, uncommon dog. Or so I hear. I haven;t had much time to spend with him. But he’s the kind fo dog you just want to take to your car the moment you see him.
Tilly. One of the many ill-treated dogs Homeward Bound takes in every year from the same people. It never ends.
Scrappy makes it look easy
Wilson has been with us at Homeward Bound for over two months ago. He’s a spunky little guy tipping the scales at a hefty 35 pounds are so. He comes with a ton of personality that makes people like him immediately. Unfortunately, he’s also fearful of other dogs and has chosen “the best defense is a blitzkrieg offense” strategy when it comes to the scary dogs. To make things worse, Wilson’s size has helped him become a master of slipping by slow humans at a gate or door. Twice this has given him access to attack other dogs. I use…
Better to be lucky…
I like this photo okay. But it was never intended to be anything, to be honest. I pointed the camera at the subject and pressed the shutter button to check the lighting. When I went through today’s shots, I was surprised to find that it had possibilities. A little fair amount of work in Photoshop and it’s presentable. Additional photos from today.
Stella & Stanley
A sweet pair that loves to play. Stella Bella and Stanley Manley.