That picture is almost lethally cute. I wish my Irish terrier would behave enough so we could take him places (nt into a theatre, since he isn’t a service dog), but he commits acts of terriorism wherever he goes.
I haven’t even got around to reading the other posts. (Sorry)
The poodle got me because he’s the one who looks like he’s about to lose his composure and rush the stage. He’d be the main character in “Service Dogs – The Movie”, overcoming adversity to become the goodest boi in his class.
If I walk my dog at the right time on a Sunday morning, I sometimes meet a young guide dog on her morning off. Her human does laps around the football pitch, using the barrier as a guide, while the dog tears around like a whirling dervish. She wears bells on her collar so he knows where she is – to an extent. When she’s out of her harness, she’s not all that obedient. At all. He lets her do her own thing but calls her back if she barks, or if she goes so far away that he can’t hear the bells. Sometimes I shout “she’s playing with my dog” because she’s ignored several recalls and a whistle. It amazes me that she can keep it together to do her job, but I often see them around and she doesn’t even look at other dogs.
Naww, the poodle in the top left corner is really into it!
Here’s the Private Eye view of Britain’s new cabinet :
https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0?ui=2&ik=ced2d79d47&attid=0.1&permmsgid=msg-f:1659333277832389120&th=170722d31d2f2200&view=att&disp=safe
I hope it’s openable.
I’m all about the Lab with chin on seat in front.
That picture is almost lethally cute. I wish my Irish terrier would behave enough so we could take him places (nt into a theatre, since he isn’t a service dog), but he commits acts of terriorism wherever he goes.
Isn’t it? They’re all being SO GOOD.
I haven’t even got around to reading the other posts. (Sorry)
The poodle got me because he’s the one who looks like he’s about to lose his composure and rush the stage. He’d be the main character in “Service Dogs – The Movie”, overcoming adversity to become the goodest boi in his class.
If I walk my dog at the right time on a Sunday morning, I sometimes meet a young guide dog on her morning off. Her human does laps around the football pitch, using the barrier as a guide, while the dog tears around like a whirling dervish. She wears bells on her collar so he knows where she is – to an extent. When she’s out of her harness, she’s not all that obedient. At all. He lets her do her own thing but calls her back if she barks, or if she goes so far away that he can’t hear the bells. Sometimes I shout “she’s playing with my dog” because she’s ignored several recalls and a whistle. It amazes me that she can keep it together to do her job, but I often see them around and she doesn’t even look at other dogs.