While I labor on my taxes, my Diligent Dalwhinnie keeps an eye on me. Now, understand– I know the look, it’s either a reminder that it might be fun to go outside for a walk or perhaps a little something from the kitchen?
I confess, I can’t hold out for long, before capitulating to her brown eyes.
Her sister Poppy prefers a warm spot on the bed gazing out the window.
They are my companions and guardians. I thinks Dogs are here with us to teach us the joy of unconditional love and I don’t remember a time when I did not have a faithful hound at my side.
Okay, back to the damn taxes….
My pleasure!
I’ve rarely ever been without a dog. Poppy was a rescue from mistreatment. She’s curazy. Dalwhinnie, like most Labs, is love in a fur coat.
Thanks for stopping by, Amy.
What sweet dogs! I don’t think I realized you had pets!