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Among Jimmy's nicknames is "Big-Ears". This pic shows them off quite well. Sometimes I think his daddy was a Great Dane :-)
Guess where the chipmunk is.
Prompt: Renaissance oil painting of a yellow Labrador Retriever, sitting in the grass of a garden, seen from a distance --ar 4:5 --v 7
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Labrador Retriever 2 months puppies
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Near one of the "comfort stations", also called "porta-johns, smelly toilets, Johnny-on-the-Spot, Here's Johnny," we came across a discussion between man and his best friend, or was it dog and biggest fan. The man spoke with a decidedly British accent and for all we knew, so did the canine. "It will only be a minute, mate. Surely, you understand that there are times when we humans need to relieve ourselves, old chap. You don't have the problem of having to do it in a sanctioned proper loo, out of sight of all but those in similar straits, understood. But try to see it from my perspective, not yours, Harvey," he pleaded to the unsympathetic Labrador, who was determined to stand his ground and not to be left unchaperoned. "I don't think he's in a mood to compromise," Ash said, startling the man, who was unaware of our presence, "But if it's alright with Harvey, and you of course, I'd be more than happy to hold his leash and pet him, while you....uh, well you know." "How frightfully kind of you. By the by my name's Nick and this handsome fellow is Harvey," he answered happily as he handed over the line and Harvey immediately jumped up to cuddle at Ashley's side. They took to each other instantly....it was a communication that seemed second nature to her with any dog. "Well, I needn't worry that you'll miss me, Harvey, so I'll take leave briefly," Nick said and then hurried toward relief.
When he returned, much relaxed, Nick told us that both he and Harvey were huge fans of Wee Jackie and were in the country to catch several of his races. "I hope he wins for Harvey today, and you too, of course," Ash wished for them. "Oh, he won't win today. Won't even finish. You see , his car just overheated not far from here and we watched the track crew tow it back to the pits. Jackie took it in stride though...always a gentleman...and rode with them in the lorry," Nick informed us. We talked a bit longer, Nick telling us about the way Peter Revson was passing car after car and had caught up with half the field, and his belief that Harvey had royal blood in his lineage, and was the descendant of Gelert, a canine owned by LLewellyn, the legendary king of ancient Wales. The leash was handed back by Ash and Harvey longingly looked back at her, as did she, when we walked away in opposite directions.