Dogs on a Saturday

Here are my sweeties:

Daisy's about ten months old now. Teaching her to walk on the leash is coming along well. We made tremendous progress one night, when I made a little change - I switched her over to walking on the outside of the sidewalk, next to the street. This may be a standard thing, but it's revolutionary to me! I'd only ever let dogs walk on the grass side, so they could pee. Moving her to the outside has reduced the number of distractions - she listens to me a little better this way.

This is Gus, my in-laws' papillion. He's about 12, and a true gentleman. Well, actually, in this picture he's a little overwrought from initiating Daisy into the Mysterious Arts. Nowadays, they've given up trying altogether, so he's back to his mellow self.

Comments

[jo]

Now THAT's a shit-eating dog grin if I've ever seen one.

[ricky]

Nice picture of Gus. Now that's my idea of a dog.

[Anthony]

The Bush Adminsitration is going about it all wrong: in order to get "suspected Iraqui terrorists" (ie, people suspected of being Irauis pissed off about foreign troops pointlessly laying waste to their country) to confess, they needn't resort to such barbaric crulety as being practiced Kappa Kappa Abu Gharib (remember folks: Rush Limbaugh says that it's no worse than what Ivy League fraternities practice [how the f&^% would he know--he's never been to an Ivy League Scool except to lecture to rich conservative white boys about how their natural place in the universe is above negroes, fags, dykes, mexicans and slant-eyes]) they should merely subject their prisoners to endless puppy pics. They'd be spilling the beans in minutes....