ZOEHere is Zoe, a pointer/pit mix that we adopted from a shelter. She is a high energy, full of love dog. Very active and athletic, will go wherever I go.
Zoe in Maine:
Waiting to jump off boat:
I think this picture about sums it up.
A very happy Willy Wonka plays Frisbee.
Simba blocking the entrance to the big dog house. Three or four dogs can fit in this dog house at once.
More coming soon!
Willy Wonka in action.
Come on, just a little bite...No? Well then, how about a lick?
Just in case you are wondering. We have a small farm, aka, 'The Zoo'. All of these dogs are rescues. There are more!
Bump for the slide show of the Iditarod. I can't post pictures any more, so here's a link to a particularly endearing picture. http://news.yahoo.com/nphotos/Iditarod-Trail-Sled-Dog-Race/ss/events/sp/030709iditarod/im:/090309/ids_photos_wl/r1152537643.jpg/#photoViewer=/090307/483/e1f499fab8ee4a4492f7ff5a2ac409ac
Neither of mine go skiing. The big one has a lot of health issues and the little one we just got and isn't tall enough to hang out in the snow.
This is Mackinac (after the island). She is 6-1/2 years old.
This is Franchesca (aka The Flying Nun). She is 5 months old.
They say thanks
dakota, bob, and kai. oh, and jake.
fun with roller balls
little slope back to the car
corn tracks on the right, corn dog tracks on the left
This is Lola (the one in back). She's new. Got her as a rescue, only 5 months old...she's about 7 months in this recent picture.
She's a great dog. Except she eats socks. But that makes us keep socks off the floor, which isn't terrible. She loves to run, is crazy fast already, and I know she'll be a great mtb companion. And damn does she want to hunt.
This was her first kayak trip, and she did pretty well.
And here she is in the snow -- a day or two before we got her.
Hi again everyone…it’s me, Millie!
It’s my 14th Birthday and I wanted to give a shout out to all my friends
Well, I’m starting to feel my age a bit more. My hips hurt and I can’t do many of the things I once took for granted. Winter is particularly hard on my joints as I walked about the loop:
But it's okay…I'm cool with my age...I still have a huge heart, a big head that everyone loves to pat, and apparently my paws betray my age and have many meeting me for the first time think that I’m still a puppy growing into them…I dig that:
So…as I told these youngsters not long ago; It’s not the chase…it’s the love that keeps you going:
That’s about it on my birthday for now. I’m told that I can’t eat cake…but they let me log in and post. I’m still having a hard time with that. If I’m old enough to post why can’t I eat cake? Whatever…
I’ll be looking in now and then this summer to see how everyone is doing hoping that this thread along with the bone I like will not get buried somewhere I can’t find it. Woof!
Actually, I’ll reminisce a little more…it is my Birthday…
Yup, back in the day I was pleased that a girl like me [I'm on the right] could kick this guys butt chasing down the tennis ball:
I also miss, when I was much younger, the thrill of the rodent chase [but never catching as them...they taste terrible] …topping it off with a long swim in the cool ocean:
I do sometimes think about the good old days when I could hear a bit better and was more alert to the sound of a tennis balls bouncing or that damn squirrel moving around the yard:
Edited by DonDenver - 5/13/2009 at 08:47 pm GMT