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My wonderful mutt Lady has on one occasion woken me up in the middle of the night with a bout of intense (and unusual) barking. The next day I found out that my neighbours had been burgled and I found hand prints on the windows of my house.
Polpo su crema di pomodorini Mutti e triploconcentrato,con semi di finocchietto selvatico,e piselli.
Meiner Mutter zum Geburtstag - 2020, sie wäre heute 97 Jahre alt geworden.
Eingescanntes Bild aus dem Familienalbum.
I made a new leash out of plastic material very suitable for straps. It's strong and flexible much more then the original rubber one.
A man 2 doors up tried to call the dog away. He wanted 1 Peso for the photo because he said it was his dog. The dog didn't move. I didn't pay.
2025 ist da. Auch dieses Jahr steht im Zeichen des Zusammenhalts, der Familie, der Liebe und der Zuversicht. Ich könnte hier noch so viel mehr schreiben. Doch das würde den Rahmen sprengen 😅
Ich wünsche euch allen ein frohes und glückserfülltes neues Jahr mit vielen Magic Moments und noch mehr Gesundheit.
I’m thankful that our groomer is located inside a pet store which is deemed essential and offers curb side pickup and delivery. Sheesh, even I can’t get a haircut right now.
Well, here's something that doesn't happen everyday:
"Hi, I stumbled upon one of your photos this summer, It was of your doggie in the cab. I saw it on on google images. Had no idea that it was your photo. This morning I found it again and favored it !. It inspired me to do a painting with my dane in the cab. I hope you enjoy it !"
To say that I enjoy it is an understatement...
Check out Landi frolicking in beautiful New Brunswick, Canada:
My name started as Mutt. I was born somewhere between 5th Ave and Yonkers.
I come from a long line of mixed breeds.
Some say I look like a Jack Russell.
Others believe I have some sort of Corgi lineage.
I have never gotten a DNA test so I’ll continue to wonder.
My future was uncertain until I was collected with a bunch of other mutts during a raid outside the local italian restaurant.
I then was placed in a rescue joint where they took a fancy photo of me and renamed me George.
They guessed I was 18 months according to my canines.
I can’t keep track of time so there guess is as good as mine.
My new group of providers picked me up in a silver jeep.
They seem nice.
I have a few sibling mutts now who’s lineage is just as confusing as mine.
The house is fun and there is plenty of food and toys.
A large fenced in yard where I can bark at will, mostly at squirrels and people staring at me.
There are times that my providers head out of town and need for us to go to a farm.
They are plenty friendly there but the place sure does smell.
Baths are important before I get picked up again.
My favorite thing to do is jump in the local river and catch tennis balls.
Life is pretty good even for a Mutt like me renamed as George born somewhere between 5th Ave and Yonkers.