The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons — Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tuesday Dogblogging – Primary Season edition:
Woof woof, Ol’ greybeard.
Thank you! Sorry I didn’t get here sooner… I checked a few times and figured dog blogging was for naught.
So, it’s Tuesday… will there be another one?
I just clicked on the photo for a better look. For an old pooch, he (she?) has really clear eyes… and knowing eyes. Looks like an old soul.
How is my friend doing? Has he dug up the entire foundation yet? He seemed to be almost to China when we saw him last summer.
He’s about 11 years old, and yeah, he looks you right in the eye and makes some remarkably wordlike sounds. Unlike most dogs moves his eyes rather than his whole head to look at you, and that’s also spookily human.
His inappropriate urination is also spookily human.
he looks you right in the eye and makes some remarkably wordlike sounds.
Oh, Don Piano!
Whoa. dEn was over here?
Has the world gone of the grid?!!
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