



Poor Woody. He doesn’t love her, but she, like all the foster pups, loves him. I have to find a home for her!!
Balancing on a rail fence! (He jumped off before I could get a shot that showed the fence more clearly... we will try again!)
A little drama right at sunset last night. I always pray to be with my dogs if those last golden rays of light break through like that.
After utterly failing to get six overstimulated dogs to sit still for one minute, I can always count on my two 😁
Two of these dogs don’t much care for the tractor-mower. One of them is riveted. I’ll bet you can guess which dog wouldn’t stop following me today.
Smart foster girl earned off-leash privileges in three days (and got grass-stains on her forehead from somersaulting in the deepgrassrunningjoy)
My sister and her three little dogs. Yes, she is one of those women who always carries a purse, and takes hikes in a colorful skirt. And yes, her dogs adore her and even off-leash, rarely get more than a few feet aeay from her. Otto stayed with them while I was on vacation and while happy to see me again, wasn’t THRILLED to ser me again, if you know what I mean. Thank you, Pam and family, for taking good care of him for me.
This little service dog may be overweight, arthritic, and off-leash... but I watched him walk with his Vietnam veteran owner through a crowd and never get more than 10 inches from his side. #damngooddog #thankyoubothforyourservice