The Dog in Dog Gone Right

Gwyn was afraid you've forgotten what she looks like.

 She's an incredibly sweet girl and loves her baby-kittehs very much....but she's been neglected here on the blog of late and it's high time there were some hound pix posted!

 This is her in her sneaky-dog space....she likes to lie in a hole that she's dug so that she's about level with the top of the grass....there she can hunt rabbits & squirrels and hope they don't notice her.

Of course, sometimes she gets a bit sleepy there....

Snow Ball Catch!

A dear friend of mine has two lovely Great Danes...Annie, is the tan & white female and Mojo is the blue merle male. They had fun in the snow we got recently:

 

 

A Grand Day Out

I know I've been neglecting you, my four devoted readers! There's been so much happening....for now, allow me to tell you about Gwyn's marvelous day out Monday. She got to go to PetSmart with me. Even though we went ahead and let them trim her nails (which makes her tremble as she's sure that this time I will abandon her to them forever [despite prior trips where that's never happened]), it ended well when she picked out a new toy and used it to flirt with one of the employees!

Remember this commerical?


It's always been one of my favorites! Well, here's Gwyn's interpretation:  She picked out her toy (to be fair, I encouraged this one as it was on the clearance rack vs. the one the nice woman who was talking to her kept squeaking as it was full price...they don't last long, so it's rare for me to buy a full-priced one). She decided she would carry it around...she may be a bit big for the employee to pick her up to scan the toy! :D But I swear she batted her eyes at the nice employee who was admiring her after she dropped it at his feet...as if to say "I'm tired, here, you carry it awhile!" He put it in the cart for her!

Happy on the ride home (note: it's lying between her legs).

I made her carry it inside:

After playing like crazy, she was finally tuckered out. (Oh yeah. We also went through the drive-through at McDonald's where she got a cheeseburger and then stopped at the barn to say hi to Prince.)

Is it just me, or is it a wee bit ridiculous her sleepy grin right over the toy's grin?

And this is why we don't buy expensive toys:

Also why we try to supervise play....yes, the object closest to her tail is a squeaker. There's still one in there...

Sammy's Haircut

Gwyn's neighborhood friend Sammy (a/k/a the Brad Pitt of the neighborhood) got a summer haircut!

I almost didn't recognize him...he looks about half as big as he does when he has his full winter coat :D

In true golden retriever fashion he conned me into throwing his tennis ball for him. He almost always greets me with his tennis ball in his mouth. On this particular day he dropped it onto the driveway which slopes ever so slightly. I stopped the ball from rolling into the ditch and threw it up into the grass close to the house....and the game was afoot! He's no dummy. And he doesn't act his age (I'm not sure how old he is, but he's a graying-muzzle older statesman kind of guy) when he's after his ball!