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Who would have thought that we had a resident pod of Orca here in Australia. Located in the Southern Ocean, about 80 km south of Bremer Bay in Western Australia is the Bremer Canyon. This is home to a large pod of Orca. During the summer months the tour operators guarantee sightings. A great day out, as long as you don't get sea sick!
Jasper taking in the scenes at the crest of our hike at Lost Dutchman State Park, about 30 minutes from our house.
This is from a month ago when we spent a few days in Prescott, Arizona. Jasper seemed to really enjoy the town square - some nice grassy grounds and good people watching. Of course he gets a lot of attention from passersby.
I plopped down on the couch after having had extended playtime with Jasper. So he took up a position where he could give me the look that says we could still be having a whole lot more fun if you'd just get off your butt, human!
Having successfully kept Rebel Rooster under his protective care, Jasper stood tall and proud. It was a rousing chase around the family room.
I use the term "under protective care" loosely. On Rebel Rooster's first day with Jasper, he lost an eyeball to Jasper's teeth. But luckily, in between being a fighter jet pilot and being a nuclear physicist, I spent some time as an eye surgeon so I was able to reattach Rebel's eyeball and he's fully stereoscopic again.
Having herded all the cattle to the back 40, Jasper surveys his ranch, proud of the work he's done. It's the life of a working dog breed
We celebrated Jasper's 12th birthday last weekend and we took him to the Riparian Preserve at Water Ranch for his birthday walk. He loves that place with all of its smells. It was a very nice peaceful sunrise walk
Jasper stands sentry in the neighborhood. Rest assured no rogue critters will penetrate his defenses
Well, there's a street and a light pole and some buildings in the shot, but at least Jasper nailed his role.
The 'Aussie Magic' charter yacht.
On Sydney harbour last Saturday afternoon.
Saturday 1st July, 2023.
Photographed from the Blues Point Reserve.
Blues Point. Near McMahons Point.
At the end of Blues Point Road.
My Canon EOS 5D Mk IV with the Canon EF 75-300mm f/4-5.6L lens
Processed in Adobe Lightroom and PhotoPad Pro by NCH software.
A Legacy 'Candy' filter from the Flickr Photo Editor.
Watching TV in the evening, if one of us gets up, Jasper is at full attention, certain (or perhaps ever hopeful) that something wonderful and fun is about to happen. Sometimes its even true 😁
Jasper got 3 toys for Christmas. A monkey. A new Oddball. And this guy, Wuffy the wolf with six pack abs (kind of like me 😉) Wuffy brings out Jasper's inner wolf - tough and ferocious - the enforcer. Guess our home is safe 😉. We got in some good play on Christmas. Jasper was literally trembling with excitement about his gifts. He kept charging the camera so none of the videos worked out.
Our Pet/House sitter sent us this photo of Jasper last night. The epitome of stress and anxiety. Ok, I guess Jasper is surviving the week just fine without us. Hugs and kisses, buddy
Sometimes Jasper takes it upon himself to take up the neighborhood watch, looking for ne'er-do-wells. This time hiding in the lantana flowers.
We don't make it to downtown Gilbert very often so Jasper was excited to explore, see the sights and sniff the smells. He seems to really enjoy more urban areas
Jasper checking out the neighborhood just after Sunday sunrise.
For some reason Sunday mornings are special for Jasper. It's the one day of the week that I take him on his morning "walk" alone. I put that in quotes because on Sundays, and only on Sundays, Jasper wants to run. We sprint the first block and then jog the rest of the way. 3 miles (4.8 km). I know I could insist on walking instead, but he gets so excited and seems to love it so much. So on Sundays we both get a little extra exercise.
Ryder would love to sit for me but he has an issue with his back leg and sitting is hard for him. Of course he got a treat even if he didn't sit down like Della.
Yes, his face telegraphs his feelings about just sitting around instead of playing. Oh, Jasper, we can't play 24/7!
The light was far from perfect, in fact too far for my liking, but when I spotted this Reed Warbler flying between the reeds and the nearby eucalyptus tree, I saw the one and only opportunity to capture him in a true blue Aussie environment. After I got ten or so reasonable shots he began to sing and I could go home just in time for breakfast.
Australian Reed Warbler
(Acrocephalus australis)
While on shrubbery patrol, Jasper needs to remain alert, ready to slay any would-be dragons lurking in our neighborhood.
Ok Jasper, slow down! JASPER! JASPER! ... A near miss as Jasper catches the frisbee and barrels toward me. I had the camera on the ground, trying to get a low-angle shot. And Jasper thought perhaps we could get a nice shot to really show off the Hyper Pet flying disc.
Prowling the jungles of Phoenix, Jasper spies unsuspecting prey within striking distance. Or so the fantasy goes.
This is Cal (Short for Calvados) who lives with my sister-in-law (Jean's sister) in Wisconsin. We've been getting text messages with pictures of Jasper from our pet sitter every day, but it was nice to visit Cal and get a bit of an Aussie fix. He's actually Jasper's blood-nephew, a big fluffy, goofy boy. Click on Cal's eyes to zoom in and see his poly-chromatic (multi-colored) eyes. Merry Christmas!
Last evening we had a bit of a monsoon roll through. Jasper heard it and went over to the patio door to check it out. I said to him, "You don't want to go out there buddy. It's coming down pretty hard." But he insisted he go out. Jasper does not like to get wet at all so I thought he'd just go out onto the patio which is covered. But no, he ran out into the yard and did a quick dash before coming back to the patio and shaking it out. From then on, I kept singing … If you like piña coladas, and gettin' caught in the rain (Rupert Holmes Escape song reference)
Fun times in the back yard. Jasper loves his Oddball and we are out playing with it on a daily basis. Not sure what the Oddball rules are, but I am sure that Jasper always wins.
This is baby Sheriff, he's a 12 month old mini aussie, he loves to play all day long but also loves to give hugs. It's very hard for him to stand still for more than a few seconds since he has so much energy but we're working on it. He's just a goofy puppy that always puts a smile on my face
Big Welcome to all new members and welcome back to all the regular members I've gotten to know throughout my projects
"Hey Dad! I'm doing a mind meld with Cedric the Cephalopod!"
One wonders what goes on inside of the mind of a cephalopod. I guess I'll have to ask Jasper
One of the rare evening shots that I posed just because Cedric the Cephalopod was the "Chosen One" today and it just felt right. Though there may be those that disagree 😜
Jasper has been assigned the dawn shift. There have been reports of bunnies scurrying around the neighborhood overnight. We have to nip this problem in the bud!
Even Jasper needs a small break now and again. Press pause on play. Get a drink. Lay down for a sec. OK, back at it! And so it goes...
After quite a bit of play last night I just had to ignore Jasper's taunts for even more play. So he went back by his toy stash to sulk. The poor lad never gets any attention 😜
Jasper employs this look of melancholy yearning to get his human's off their butts to play. Which of course we do. You can see his toy, Penny Puppy, has a bit of a slit throat. But she's still a player
Jasper took a moment to contemplate life in the demonstration gardens at Boyce Thompson Arboretum. It's a really beautiful part of the park and a wonderful place to take a rest. Despite living his entire life in the desert with lots of prickly stuff Jasper has had very few issues with cacti.
(Just between us, I don't think he was doing to much contemplation. He was just actively avoiding looking at the camera. Even a modeling pro like Jasper reaches his limit, especially near the end of our visit)
Early dogs lived in caves with their humans and fashioned toys from stones and sticks found in their environment.
OK, Jasper isn't really a Cro-Magnon dog. But we found this rock cave-like thing and decided it would be a fitting story. Having not been born yesterday, we did not venture passed the entrance. We live in a place where there are rattlesnakes and other creepy crawly stuff. Who knows what dangers lurk in there. This cave is at the end of the Hieroglyphic Canyon.
If Jean and I start talking human stuff during playtime, Jasper will just go lay down and wait until we're ready to get our heads back in the game.
Jasper is sort of a self-appointed neighborhood watchdog. Don't want riff raff to sneak in and do evil
Jasper out on patrol again, making sure the neighborhood stays safe. He deftly slipped behind this bird of paradise bush to spy on potential wrongdoers . (Yes, I know the bird of paradise plant in Arizona is weird, not looking at all like the "normal" bird of paradise)
Foregoing the ottoman this time, Jasper brought Betty Bunny right to me on the couch. The technique is a little more "in your face" and has greater potential to incite a chase. I'm happy to report that Betty Bunny (that's her between Jasper's paws) is in pretty good shape. She came to us in July on Jasper's birthday and she has no open wounds and hasn't required stitches despite daily play.
(in case you're wondering, no I don't pose Jasper or the toy that way. It's all Jasper's doing)