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My name is Dr. V. Actually, it’s Jessica, followed by a long last name that no one can ever pronounce correctly, so I think it’s best that we just do what everyone at my work does and call me Dr. V. You can call me Jessica if you insist, but don’t expect me to answer any questions about your dog if you do. READ MORE >>
Husband took out the camera this weekend to submit Kekoa to a family tradition, the fish-eye lens close up.
She turned on her “soulful” eyes and readily complied.
Brody does not like the competition, if his startled expression is any indication.
He continues to be a bit nonplussed at the new addition, but he’s getting better.
I mean really, who could resist this face?
After Emmett died, some of the hardest times for me were the quiet nights when my husband was out of town on business. Besides the companionship (yes, that was the only time he was allowed on the bed), I missed the comfort of having a fluffy, well-attuned barking machine keeping a keen eye and ear out for me 24/7.
Tech support has decided we need a Picture of the Week. My husband promises he will produce one, each and every week. I told him in no uncertain terms that this was a Big Commitment and made him swear on his camera honor that he would keep it up.
“Well, you can contribute too,” he said.
“But I don’t want to,” I said. “This is your idea and my only good pictures are ones I got because I was lucky. I can’t produce good photos under pressure.”
Then I told him this was a good way to force him to up his game. Yep, I issued a challenge.
Doesn’t this look like a promo shot for a 70s cop drama? I call it “Brojak.”
As some of you astute observers noted, the person standing above the black lab in the last picture yesterday was indeed wearing Pet Doctor Barbie boots. 37712 came home with me.
And promptly was outfitted with a shamrock hat by my daughter. She is much more compliant with our family’s costuming requirements than Brody has been.
They say black dogs are the hardest to adopt. They are hard to photograph, they say. Pish posh.
We have neighbor dogs. There are three, actually- I guess the other Golden wasn’t out on this particular afternoon. They sure do like to bark.
These are the same dogs that Skippy liked to think he could vanquish- I think some of the chicken wire fencing is still off to the right, where it was 100% ineffective in keeping him on the right side of the fence. Those were fun times.
Like Skippy, and Mulan and Emmett before him, Brody thinks barking right back at these guys is hysterical.
First he runs up to them.
Koa is watching Bolt very intently. LOL! I've never had a pet who watched TV before!
