I am running out of graceful, PC ways to apologize for lack of consistency. Perhaps it would be best to label myself inconsistent, and thus lower the most important expectations--my own.
One of my father's closest friends, whom I came to know in Italy in 2000, was one of the hostages in the Trident/Oberoi Hotel in Mumbai, India.
There are two different sets of people in my life going through some life altering times.
People are losing their livelihoods around the country.
You would think, with all that is going on, the least I could do is post some pictures on a regular basis!
So--onto my escape. Paisle and Marshal are just having a blast in the snow. They are doing a really great job of tearing up the lawn as they skid over the frozen grass, shredding the brown blades while they dig in for traction. I think the grass is a lost cause.
For some reason, the pups seem to spend most of their play time with their backs to me.
So ability to snap action shots seems to be infrequent.
And I have not yet mastered having all body parts in the photo:
Unless one of them is on the ground:
Or they are standing still:
Every now and then, I am just amazed at how much smaller Paisle is, than Marshal. It's mostly in the short stumpy legs, and neck, and her petite (and cute) little head. Clearly, frame and attitude are NOT related:
Or perhaps they are--the smaller you are, the more attitude you have? Except, Everett, in your case, because you were Marshal's size, with attitude to spare. I miss you Everett! My little girl.
1 comment:
Lovin' the pictures! Cannot believe how big Marshal looks compared to Miss Paisle, WOW. I adore the one where you can only see the top part of his mouth, looks like he is trying to swallow Paisle whole. ;)
Very sad about your father's friend. =(
I'll be in touch soon about arranging for Bailey's visit; she has no potentials that I know of right now. I hope you have fun with her!
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