Showing posts with label Dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dogs. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Puppy Love


Isn't this face just adorable???

Six week old Basset Hound puppies!
Our neighbor's have two Basset Hounds, and now they have puppies too.

Such a great face on this guy...so serious.

He looks like his Dad...a very serious dog.

But then there is this little guy with the super duper loooonnnggg ears.
And just look at those great big puppy feet!

There was seven in the litter. And now they are at the stage where chewing is their favorite thing.

Max, (their human dad) is smart: he offers them work glove clad hands and all seven of the puppies manage to find a finger or thumb to chew.

I went over just to get my fill of puppy breath.
Ahhh...isn't puppy breath simply wonderful?

Of course I kept picking up puppies and giving them kisses and then picking up another puppy and kissing that one too...


Fine looking baby Basset wouldn't you say?


They are ready to leave the nest...frankly seven Basset puppies is a lot of puppies to have around.

Mostly black Dad has a look that says it all doesn't it?
Mom looks a tad "done" with the whole parenting thing too.
We won't be adding a dog to our household...we've had three dogs in our marriage, sporting dogs they were, and I just never could quite get the hang of enjoying a dog's company.
Cats are just SO much easier to own.


This week I am also helping out our next door neighbors by walking their white boxer Claus twice a day.
It is good exercise... and a good reason to borrow a dog from time to time.


Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Krauss


I did mention awhile ago that Tiggie beat up our neighbor's dog Krauss didn't I?

Now isn't this the sweetest boxer face ever?
He was a rescued dog last winter...came with major injuries to his "scalp" that have since healed nicely.

Now his life is good...he is well loved by his owners and his next door neighbors.
Well...at least most of the neighbors.
Tiggie still uses kitty cussing when Krauss is walked by.
We always apologize for Tig's language when that happens.
Krauss is now taking it all in stride.

Krauss responds to commands from his mistress who speaks to him in German, his master who speaks to him in French and to Bernie and me speaking to him in English.

Apparently he doesn't understand Cattish well enough to be bothered by whatever it is that Tigs is saying. I think that is probably a very good thing.


Sometimes I join our neighbors for a spin around the neighborhood with Krauss.
I thought of my fellow "grass widow" friend in Florida when I saw this weathervane on one walk.
Great Christmas gift idea, huh?

(Thanks for being a pal Vicki!)