Check out this sexy, windblown poodle, all Cameron Diaz up in the dog park. Supermodel, work! Work it, girl!
I hope she steers clear of this crafty one.
He’s clearly up to no good. I think he’s planning a skirmish. Germans, right? I hear you.
And this little white number–I thought it was a rodent or a mop rag before I figured out it was a dog. A small dog. Which is basically a cat.
This pied beast is not a cat. His mother was in fact a cow.
Nor is this a cat, although he’s as disinterested as one. He’s the Posh Spice of canines.
Or is he just consumed with regret?
Why did I ever let Tawny go? Look how her beautiful coat shines in the winter sun. Don’t know what you got ’til it’s gone…
Tawny is moving on with her life.
This guy has a dirty tongue, but I like his attitude, his enthusiasm, his joie de vivre.
These two are ready to rumble.
Okay, one more dip in the pond before it’s time to go. Twist and shout!
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Great post! Quite the social meeting place.
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I’d take our Ellie B, aka Dogamous Pyle, to your dog park, Kerbey. Most excellent dog shots this morning. Thank you.
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Dogamous Pyle has a lovely ring to it.
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It is a cherished nickname, certainly.
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We had a toy poodle for several years. He was far from cat like and my bitter half adored him. When he died we both cried. We liberated him from an abusive owner. Another great dog post.
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Why have I never heard the term “bitter half” before? Seems so obvious now. Hmm. Well, thank God you saved him from a meanie.
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