The Dog at work...

As you all well know, The Dog does NOT GO OUT in the rain. Here are a few live-action shots of The Dog during a much needed lull in the cold torrential rains of a week ago down at our country residence. This stone path is around our garden there. 

Now, for The Dog, the Order of Business is, first, Leg Lifting... 

followed by Looking at Me to check if I am still Present & Accounted for...

and, Sniffing... his Favourite Item on The List.

He never varies The Procedure, even under pressure from an imminent deluge. It came not five minutes later. Gads.

Incredible...

Is it NOT incredible that The Dog & I have re-incarnated in the very same Time-Space Continuum? To think, we both could still be churning around in some meta-physical goo had it NOT been for Good Ol' Mother Luck to bring us together. 

However... what Lesson am I to garner from a highly spoiled & vociferously obnoxious 55 lb. Weimaraner who bosses me about the house over a feast of a piece of bread? 

And... in turn, what is The Dog's Lesson to be learned from an overweight American ex-pat master who tends to over-do the white wine from time-to-time falling into a mushy, soppy even, sort of sentimentality, which expresses itself by sudden attacks upon The Dog of hugging, kissing & talking to him in a ridiculously infantile voice normally avoided by any adult with their head screwed on properly?  Gads.

Weimaraner Joy...

Dear K,

A sunny smile from a Weimaraner... discarding any discussion of just how spoiled an animal he is... is A Joy to Behold, no?

Love,
F