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Jasper is sort of a self-appointed neighborhood watchdog. Don't want riff raff to sneak in and do evil
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 😁
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.
..., 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.
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 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)
Jasper finally settling down for the evening, perhaps frustrated that I've stopped playing. Sweet boy
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.
A cloudy and cool day found us at our favorite beach this past week. It was very low tide and I think the people across the harbor could hear my husband yelling at Tug to DROP IT. He should have saved his breath. There were just too many tasty treasures for this boy to get into. I was down at the bottom of the berm as Tug came barreling down to see if I had anything good for him.
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.
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.
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
I get the feeling that Jasper was not as amused as I was with having this toy placed on his head. All fun and games at first, but apparently it got old quickly. I think Jasper looks good in a hat.
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?"
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.
Jasper has a bit of a weird stance in this shot, his hind legs wide. But he still looks handsome while enjoying our walk at the Riparian Preserve at Water Ranch. Must sniff for turtles!
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.)
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
When I was in Tasmania and observed these white pelicans at a pier, I pondered whether they behaved and cried differently with respect to the ones I see regularly at Alviso, California. What do you think?
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.
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.
I spent my whole 30s decade thinking i was a vampire. Every once in awhile the thought is triggered again. It's better to think about being a Starseed though. Candles with Russel Drysdale painting copy.
Portland, Oregon - December 2021.
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.