We are Shep-lite today. When I can get on a cane and spend more time with him, I'm guessing more pic opportunities will present themselves. Simon, however, is always around - even though it's questionable if he likes me and for sure hates me when I'm on crutches.
My sister-in-law's new shirt.
Cat approved.
This is about as close as I can get when on crutches. Him halfway up the stairs; me not on the stairs.
....and out of reach.
Someone smells chicken.
Someone got chicken.
RUSTY.
Well, that's what I have named him. I've been seeing him around, but the first time in our yard. I went out to greet him, but he wouldn't come near me. Might have been the crutches, might have been he's not socialized. I sat down on the ground to coax him, but got nothing.
CLOSE UP
Bailey. Snoozing by the light of the fish tank.
Happy looking dog.
Of course, staring at Dad #1.
Cat people for Harris / Walz.
The sign is now out on our lawn for all to see. The sign cat reminds me of Sophie and Kylie.
Song by: Johnny Cash
2 comments:
Thanks I needed those.
Who belongs to Rusty . Food will lure him in.
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