D is for Dogs we have met.
Dogs are wonderful aren't they, mine knows every word I say, and I don't know what he say's at all. When my wife passed away I'm sure he looked at me and was thinking "Another one to train now"and he can tell which of the 14 doors in the kitchen has his food or my biscuits in, no matter how quiet I try to be.
They come in all sorts of makes and sizes don't they
I'll bet the little one is the boss.
Wife in the cap
My mates Dog "Rosie" in the snow.
Our previous Dog was a wonderful, gentle Whippet and when she passed away we said never again, we can't stand the grief, but there we were 10 month's later with this cheeky boy.
Unfortunately he didn't pass for the police dog training school, too aggressive! Only kidding!
Here is her latest addition, another "Molly" a bit timid at the moment as she's a rescue Dog.
All sizes hey
This 13 week old St Bernard with my Pepe's water dish, a coffee jar lid
I'd rather clean up after something like this cute Chihuahua cross Pug wouldn't you.
Yes I like all Dogs but I think I draw the line with this Mexican hairless though, it was like stroking a rubber one!.
Last one honest!,
A bit like my Pepe but I know it's not him because he wouldn't get that close, he's al-right barking at them from a hundred yards away, or chasing them but if they turn round, he's gone.
They say dogs and their owners look the same,check out my wife and Pepe with pony tails!
That's all for to-day folks