The door damage was from the previous house owner's dog. Not Shep, never Shep.
Ok.....maybe a little bit Shep.
Shep waiting for his doggie friends.
The dog walker comes by at noon-ish with 3-4 canine buds.
The man is not discerning when it comes to his drink.
Much like his father.
Shep can sleep anywhere. He's like a cat that way.
710's sweatshirt? Window seat over the radiator? Done and done!
I just know they'll be best pals..............eventually.
Song by: Emmylou Harris, Dolly Parton & Linda Ronstadt
4 comments:
it's nice to be loved by the furkids!
Lovely pics. The handsome Shep only feels complete when his master is present, and hopelessly lost when he's not. Why don't ALL dog-owners realise that? It pains me and annoys me like mad when they can't grasp that simple fact. Or, if they do, they don't care.
On the other hand, I dare say that Sophie doesn't give a hoot where her master is (if she recognises him as being that at all) as long as she gets her meals and has somewhere comfortable and warm to sleep.
eventually .
Totes adorbs!!! :-)
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