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Dog breed: Puggle( pug + beagle)
Was he happy or Sad with the presence of the visitors 😁 (couldn't guess)
Location : The hills of Darjeeling
Whilst on holiday in Australia I was asked to look after little Teddy. He turned out to be a little photogenic boy, with almost too much energy 😅
My friend's lovely dog in the shallows at Wells-next-the-Sea on the North Norfolk Coastline in England. Lovely Dog, lovely Beach, good times!
Out in the garden and this little man comes along and decides to sit with me. I think it maybe because I had food ;P
Fishing boat with a dog onboard on Lake Butte des Morts, from Terrell's Island, Winnebago County, Wisconsin.
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Hobbes loves exploring the fresh cut hay...you never know what treasures you might find. Blistering heat in Maryland on Sunday 07/21/19.
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And I'm confused. I think I'm a French Bulldog (AKA Frenchie) We are a small breed of domestic dog. We were the result in the 1800s of a cross between bulldog ancestors imported from England and local ratters in Paris (France).
We are very playful and affectionate. We are loyal, loving, and wonderful companion dogs. We can be a challenge to train due to our willful and stubborn nature. We require patience, repetition and early socialization. We are often referred to as 'a clown in the cloak of a philosopher'. We are commonly called pigdogs in the UK due to our resemblance to pigs in snorting noises and appearance.
Now I get all that, but I'm still confused as to how I ended up living here in Turkey. Is it any wonder I'm suffering an Identity Crisis?
And it would be a waste of time asking the guy with his hands stuck in his pockets, he's as much use as a 'Pig in a Poke' have you seen those shorts? You wouldn't get a blow on a rag mans bugle for them!
Ah well, thanks for stopping by, it was nice talking to you, have a good day.
Whilst cleaning my camera; TJ was intrigued by the noises coming from the front door..... turned out it was nothing as per normal, got to love him tho.
Out in the garden and this little man comes along and decides to sit with me. I think it maybe because I had food ;P
Evie, our little Yorkshire Terrier, will be seven years of age in September. She was just eight weeks old when we got her, and just three days later she was on her way to Cornwall with us. Since then, she has travelled thousands of miles, curled up in her little bed which is secured to the back seat of our car. She is seen here, having made herself comfortable on a footstool, at our holiday home in north Lancashire.