We here at Reflections have had a fur kid or two - -
First was Thor, a tri-color collie.
Thor was the most gentle fur kid, Sons # 1 and # 3 could lay all over him and that dog just laid there and took whatever little boys could dish out. Thor went camping too:
Then came Toto, a yorkiepoo mix. Man had a distinct dislike for Toto, I loved him.
When it was bitter bitter cold, Thor would be brought inside the house. He and Toto sleeping by the door.
Then, came the yorkies and our lives have never been the same.
Sebastian. With his Christmas gift from Man's mother. A little mouse toy. He would growl and shake and that mouse was HIS! We had to hide it!
Benjamin came to us next. If the bond with Toto was special, the bond with Benjamin was times 3, or 4, or 5.
Years later, somehow we had worked up to being owned by four yorkies. From left, Gallagher, Chantilly, Captain Hook and Abigail. I always called this photo "Can We Come in Mommie".
Abigail, Abby, was a royal little girl (you know, that "b" word). She had Man twisted around all four of her paws.
Chantilly, never met a meal she did not love. She also loved her stuffed toy bones. She did have a "pony tail hanging down" and a "pretty face".
Gallagher, aka, Mr. G. OK, he was having a bad bad bad hair day, but, he had Mardi Gras beads!
Captain Hook, aka Cappy, hates his photo taken, I mean he HATES the camera. Here I managed to catch him as he climbed out of his sleeping (nap) hidey hole in Tana. And, he was actually looking at me, err, the camera. Not smiling tho, was he?
Mr. G and Cappy, with Mom, waiting for Dad to buy some new tires in April 2014. Note, Cappy is looking the opposite way of the iPhone lens. Figures!
Happy National Dog Day. Woof Woof!