Two new black dogs here.
One temporary:
Spike is the youngest NESR foster I've had. He needs work on becoming bolder with strange people, and overcoming some mild hand-shyness, but is overall a pretty neat pup. We think he was born around November 10.
He's confident about strange places and strange dogs, independent, and able to put a dent on the dog-food bills with mouse hunting in the hayfield. Very quick learner.
I think he'd make a good farm dog. He'll need an animal-savvy owner who doesn't sweat the small stuff.
One permanent:
I saw this guy at this local gallery, and he wouldn't leave me alone. Can't get a photo that does the piece credit.
My slightly-less-ornery half knows better than to throw away money on marked-up-in-February vegetation or De Beers' artificially price-inflated poorly-worked bling-bling. So he brought this home instead.
The artist is also local, his website doesn't seem to be working correctly at the moment.
Dogs. Dawgs. Other critters. Life as Oliver Wendell Douglas. Live heirlooms, both flora and fauna. Self-sufficiency. Suffering not a fool to live. Land stewardship. Turnip trucks, and those who have not fallen therefrom. Training things. Growing things. Search and rescue. What is this bug and what is it doing under my desk light? Embracing the reality that Nature Bats Last.
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