photo taken October 2009
one year ago: Hi! Or High?
two years ago: My Five Dollar Stetson
Rarely, rarely does Charlie put his hackles up. I don’t think I’ve seen him hackle up over food or treats, ever. He did NOT want to lose this elk leg.
photo taken October 2009
one year ago: Back When Eli Had Issues
two years ago: Half A Head, Three Times
photo taken October 2009
one year ago: As Tall As A Pillow
two years ago: Yippee In A Puddle!
{and if you’re thinking “Do you know you quite often make the typo ‘elf leg’ instead of ‘elk leg?'” click HERE!}
photo taken October 2009 • title thanks to spiritscraft
one year ago: Observing The Outside World
two years ago: Eye Spy
Long Live Rocky Horror!
And tied for second:
Trickster and Jester
Charlie, my ears just DO this, you can’t force it.
Dog ear the spot.
The Golden Compass
Yelling at it will not make it talk. It needs to be burning first.
The Hunt for White October
“Don’t believe everything that cat tells you, Chloe……this is not an elf track.”
I warned you about the champagne!
Hunting Snakes on a Plain
No, No Charlie, first you go right then left. Man, where is your rhythm!
“So this is how you do the box-step with four legs…”
“Chloe, by the way the grass is bent and the tracks are still sharp, I’d say that Eli is just a few hours ahead of us”. “Charlie, if you were more observant, you’d notice that Eli was up in the tree behind you”!
Play the funky music white dog.
• • • Then, just as dramatically as the snow fell, it abruptly melted.
What’s going on here? Please tell me? If you leave your title, caption, commentary, or thought-bubbles in the comment section of this post, you will not only illuminate the rest of us with your take on this split-second in time, you will be in the running to win! I’m in the mood to put together a special Wyoming care package, filled with bones, feathers, special stones and petrified squid, and who knows what else.
Well, you will, when you win!
