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Said Jasper as he turned and strode towards me. We make frequent trips to the riparian preserve this time of year. And sometimes Jasper checks out the ponds ahead of me to identify any species of interest.
(In reality, Jasper is always on-leash at this park. He's unleashed for photos, but put back on leash immediately. Too many temptations like desert hares or turtles, not to mention park rules and regulations)
Jasper knows that it pays to be a bit paranoid, casting a quick sideways glance to ensure his mom doesn't flank him and steal the OddBall.
We had to do a bit of yardwork on Saturday morning, trimming the bushes and tidying up. Jasper just kept dropping the OddBall in our path. And we'd dutifully pick it up and toss it every time. It does slow work progress a bit, but Jasper believes the primary reason to be in the back yard is to play. None of this "work" nonsense.
..., cried Christmas Bear. Jasper seems to have chosen an unfortunate place to bite Christmas Bear for toting around. That's GOT to hurt! Poor Christmas Bear.
This particular bush was packed with beautiful blooms, both pink and others that were white, both of which stood out predominantly against the surrounding green foliage.
Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games
We got everything you want honey, we know the names
Guns N' Roses 1987
While Jasper isn't exactly a Guns N' Roses kind of dog the title seemed fitting enough. And he can fit the first two lines of the song into his philosophy.
Jasper gave the playground equipment a quick try. Fun, but ultimately not his bag. There's no Oddball involved - how much fun could it be?
Is it an optical illusion or is that right handle bigger than the left? Did the designer have no sense of symmetry? Just something I noticed.
Jasper finally settling down for the evening, perhaps frustrated that I've stopped playing. Sweet boy
Well, almost 11 months after Jasper passed, we welcome Flint into our home and family. Flint is an 11-week-old Australian Shepherd. And what a sweetie! We can tell already he's a momma's boy. You should see his little butt wiggle when she walks in the room. (sorry I've been AWOL for a few weeks)
I asked Jean to go ahead on the trail a bit and pose Jasper on that protruding rock. She did, but Jasper just kept looking at Jean standing off behind the scenes. Despite calling his name and promising treats, Jasper refused to look at me. Finally Jean said, "Well if you want this to happen, it's going to have to be with both of us" So there you go. Jasper and Jean. It's OK, I like them both 😁
Well the Riparian Preserve at Water Ranch is still open. It provides a lot of very wide paths suitable for walking and maintaining proper social distancing. So I took a couple Jasper portraits during a walk this weekend. Jasper's paws are on a mesquite tree trunk which can take on some pretty interesting forms. This one shoots horizontal for quite a ways before turning skyward.
Found Jasper on the hearth, his arm around Betty Bunny, willing me to play. So we had a good chase. Ah, good times.
Jasper takes his post on the cool tile floor of the dinette supervising as we finish clean-up after lunch. He'll also help out with the stray bit of cheese that might be left on a plate. You know, just in case the garbage bin is full and we have no other place to dispose of stray cheese
After a month off with a broken foot and then over two weeks of rain I was able to get back out to the beach on the east coast of Australia.
Though clearly not in the mood, I made Jasper sit for a portrait last weekend. An ugly foreground but its what i had to work with in the moment.
Over the weekend I was experimenting with Jasper against a black backdrop in a dark room, using only a flashlight to illuminate him. I was going for drama. It didn't really work with this one, but I thought he was nicely isolated as he gave me the look that said, "now what am I supposed to do? I get a treat after this, right?"
Messing around in Lightroom. The background was blown out anyway so I went all the way. Since finding this tennis ball in the neighborhood green space, Jasper has made a nightly practice of running around with the thing. But at 110-112F, (43-44C) at evening walk time, Jasper knows his limitations. Fun is fun though so ball transcends heat for a few minutes at least
I find the twisty nature of mesquite trees interesting and can't help asking Jasper to pose by them to frame him in the shot.
When the humans stop playing for a bit, Jasper will plop down on the hearth with a heavy sigh. "How long must I wait for the fun to resume?!?" Poor neglected dog 😜
(Haha, I just noticed that the map no longer says "A mysterious place with no name" But its not the San Tan Mobile Village either.)
Jasper tries to make sense of the petroglyphs etched on the canyon walls by the Hohokam tribe some time during the first millennium AD. He says that they're instructions on giving your dog more treats and more play. Go figure.
The walls of Hieroglyphic Canyon, outside of Gold Canyon, Arizona are covered with petroglyphs. They are fairly well preserved and intact given that there are people climbing all over the rocks on a daily basis. You can see one of the petroglyphs on the rock Jasper is standing on.
(Is being a canine anthropologist ironic? I don't know. Maybe not)
fog. the river runs across the city. and there are boat people. i work 1 block from where this photo was taken, in the midde of the "city" HA!. and I love it.
have a wonderful week end. all the aussies ENJOY YOUR LONG WEEK END!
We've spent a lot of time in the greenspace as Jasper continues to convalesce from his hind leg strain. Gentle walks with lots of sniffs. Of course that doesn't stop him from wanting to run and go on long walks, but we need to limit him. He seems to be slowly coming back, but it will take more time and on-going restraint from big physical activity. Camera on the ground for this shot to make him look larger than life.
Wombats are an Australian native marsupial (raise their young in pouches) that are widespread in several states. I have placed a Wiki link below that outlines the different types and their backgrounds. In some rural areas, they are seen as a nuisance to farmers for their habit of digging large holes. In addition, thousands are killed by vehicles every year.....the sad result of which we have seen personally during our rural drives in southern states.
Happily we have not been responsible for any of their demises. This one was photographed last year at the Rockhampton Zoo. It's actually good to see one in the daytime as they are primarily nocturnal and are snoozing during daylight hours.
top layer is squiggly gum bark.......middle layer is a mixture of native and introduced species and the bottom is a bottle brush seed pod.
Oh sure, Jasper looks relaxed, But he is a coiled spring waiting for me to go for it. Of course as soon as I hinted I was making a move, Gecko was in his jaws and the chase was on. Such is our wonderful life with a playful dog.
Minty finally got a chance to play with my friend's Aussie, Sugar. I think her face says she had a great time and Sugar was very patient with her.
Jasper may be approaching 14, but that play drive is still there. This was a challenge to see if I can get to Daisy Duck before he did. I didn't stand a chance!
I thought it was funny how Jasper put Wuffy face-down in a scissor lock while playing last night. As I described in my other Jasper post,, he was just insane about play last night and really wanted to show Wuffy a thing or two (link to other post in first lcomment)
If you mean roadrunner Jasper, then yes.
When your human loves bird photography, you spend some time behind the bird blind and eventually you can identify a species or two. Oddly enough Jasper has never chased birds. But he'll stop and watch as a great blue heron or other large species soars overhead. So he's content just to be a birdwatcher.