More live-action photographic documentation...
The Dog has... at his Total & Complete Disposition... all The Nature a Canine could ever want. Where does he go? Here!!!
The local Dump near our country place. Please note, the Medieval bridge in the back-ground. Disgraceful decision of the village to have the dump put in clear view of History!!! The town gets its name from that bridge. Soon, it will be change to Dumpville... or, the equivalent in Italian.
And, it takes no time for The Dog to hit it too, nose down to the junk/refuse/other spread before him, nasally scarfing-up any & all savory odors about.
He's workin' it. Get out of there, Dog!!!
He got out. I HATE this look of The Dog's. It says... What was I doing WRONG? Don't get your undies in a twirl. OK? I have important things to do. See? I may just sell all & move him AND me to India. There... say, Mumbai... there should be enough scuzzy-stuff to satisfy The Dog to saturation... and more. Gads.
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