Love...

I know... it's been a while... nevertheless...

Love for My Dog cannot be contained.

I thought it best to state this reminder. Gads.

An indecisive Weimaraner in the country...

Ah, yes. The diversion of life in the country. Fresh air, clear skies, birds chirping, and those sort of things. And too, there's work to be done... planting fruit trees & shrubs & floweres to take advantage of the spring-like weather. But, no such luck with The Dog in attendance...
This is The Dog, who BAR-RUFFED to be let inside, when it got too cold outside. The wind had kicked up & clouds had appeared. Some disgruntled dog-stuff about not having the pleasure of sun-bathing on a sun-warmed semi-grassy spot, while I built up a sweat digging into rocky soil.

This is also The Dog, who BAR-RUFFED to be let back outside, when he discovered I did not remain inside with him, where it was w-a-r-m. Some sort of dog-trash about The Hallowed Man/Dog Solidarity, I suppose.

And, this is The Dog, who found it necessary to BAR-RUFF again to have my company for a foray beyond the perimeter walls of the garden, probably, fearing an unpleasant encounter with that nasty black dog, who insists on wee-wee-ing where The Dog has just wee-wee-ed. Apparently, The Dog is very protective of his s-p-o-t-s.
How could I get my gardening in with these sorts of canine interruptions?
So, the next day, I left The Dog in town, so the maid could deal with his inconsistencies. Gads.

Action for b-r-e-a-d...

I believe these action shots speak for themselves in describing The Dog's insatiable appetite for b-r-e-a-d and how obnoxious he can be about it too. It's his Bread Dance. Nothing like that 7 Veil thing. And barking, as opposed to serenading, is involved too. Gads.

Freezing cold...

The Civil Defense Folk here declared a Snow Emergency for Tuesday night & all day Wednesday. The alarm was sounded on TV, radio & huge electronic sign boards over major thorough-fares. Suddenly, the city was covered with salt. Sand trucks went to & fro leaving huge piles of their gritty stuff. And, Police cars scurried around patrolling that all was to the ready. 

The weather did not co-operate. It dumped its fluffy white stuff before reaching Genoa and in the chilly hills behind us. All we got was The Wind & The Cold. 

Naturally, The Dog loved it. Bracing himself against the stiff gales, nose pointed at 15 degrees above the horizon, his cold weather wrap gracing his Weimaraner haunches, lo' did he sniff to his satisfaction the fierce winter winds. The Dog could have cared less for My State, reduced to a bone chilling numbness though wrapped in my all-bad-weather parka. 

However, I was not the one to suffer the consequences of standing in the cold by having an attack of diarrhea. Nevertheless, I had to pay for it when the Dog did. Gads.