She was my first. She is my Diva. She is the protector of her pack and her people. She was wild. She has mellowed. She is my heart.
Tirade tirade tip-toeing the perisher
Tip tip tip-toeing the perimeter
We started sniffer class last month. So curious. So much trouble. He caught on quickly but didn’t really warm to the class. Too slow? Not enough of a challenge? Or maybe that was me. Agility’s scheduled in the fall. Perhaps a better fit. Gotta keep moving.
"How do I love thee let me count the ways..."
What a fun wonderful puppy. Well, not so much a puppy anymore. He is a cuddle of energy. He is smart and mischeivous. He is busy, busy, busy. He is everything we hoped for and so much more.
Full of culprits, Purist breeding
Timber teeth, Angles awry
Full of cuddles, Puppy breath
Tiger teeth, Agility antics
My poetry has gone to the dogs. Literally and perhaps figuratively, if I were to be totally honest. Because so much of my life is now taken up with my furry friends, I find dogs are often the focus of my poems and photos. Not always sure which comes first. Point in case. I just started my chap book series. First chap book out of the gate is about my pups, their personalities and pics.
Pastime to please
Swinger stretch student strive
Where's your waif
Passion to please
Swim stretch struggle strive
Where’s your wag