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.
Our kelpie Annie lives breathes and sleeps (well not really) frisbee!! in her world, it is the end all..be all...screw sheep...frisbee are much easier to catch and control!!!
At the barn where my daughter keeps her horse there is a little JRT who is an absolute ball maniac. One day several of us were there for a vet procedure. He brought his ball, dropped it at my feet, and looked at me with a look of great significance. When he decided that I was untrainable, he moved to my daughter and repeated the action. Then to the vet. Then to the vet's assistance. As a last resort, he dropped it between Jack's front feet. Maybe the horse is smarter than the people.
Oh. Wonderful as they are, those photos do not even begin to hint at the intensity with which the Polar Dingo obsesses on discoid or spherical objects.
Heather obviously used an incredibly fast shutter speed to counteract sonic vibrational frequency of Zippy's obsessive levitational stare. At normal speeds one would simply see a fuzzy, black and tan blur whining in manic anticipation.
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Our kelpie Annie lives breathes and sleeps (well not really) frisbee!! in her world, it is the end all..be all...screw sheep...frisbee are much easier to catch and control!!!
ReplyDeleteAt the barn where my daughter keeps her horse there is a little JRT who is an absolute ball maniac. One day several of us were there for a vet procedure. He brought his ball, dropped it at my feet, and looked at me with a look of great significance. When he decided that I was untrainable, he moved to my daughter and repeated the action. Then to the vet. Then to the vet's assistance. As a last resort, he dropped it between Jack's front feet. Maybe the horse is smarter than the people.
ReplyDeleteOh. Wonderful as they are, those photos do not even begin to hint at the intensity with which the Polar Dingo obsesses on discoid or spherical objects.
ReplyDeleteHeather obviously used an incredibly fast shutter speed to counteract sonic vibrational frequency of Zippy's obsessive levitational stare. At normal speeds one would simply see a fuzzy, black and tan blur whining in manic anticipation.