|Howdy...playing ball and loving every minute of it.|
These friends of ours love to be outside as well.
|Liyla and Belle...always on edge with each other, but|
the Yorkie is getting better at not being on the attack all the time.
Thankfully, Liyla is a sweet, patient soul.
|Belle is not always so sweet, but she sure looks like a doll!|
Howdy's athleticism is amazing to me. One of his offspring are so athletic that they are in agility competitions.
Never under-estimate the power of an Aussie. And Belle is a tough one as well, she's barely escaping the landing after Howdy propels himself in the air to catch the ball. She's incredibly fast herself and her ability to jump and nearly reach my face is incredible. She WILL get your attention when it is demanded. That's a Yorkie for you.
I think this dog is a little angel; however, after I see him in action, it's clear that he's an angel capable of more than a big bark. But, to those who have earned his loyalty, they are under his protection. No doubt about his protective nature toward those he loves, even the chickens.
The coat of an Aussie is quite beautiful as it grows in varying directions.
These two buddies are so happy to play ball. Howdy makes concessions for Belle every now and then, letting her have a turn at getting the ball. It's odd to see a dog with a gracious side to them.
And here is the side of him that looks angelic. Well, to me he is nearly wearing a halo. Do we dog-lovers have partiality toward our pets? Nawwww.
The little stinker, the Yorkie, well, she's pretty much captured my heart as well. Even if she does pretend to love Deputy Dave more than she loves me.
Liyla is getting older. Her face is turning gray. I will be a puddle of mush when she leaves us one day. She's a wise dog; she's gentle beyond description, yet very capable of being firm and protective.
Liyla is a red-haired beauty. The chicken is pretty cute herself.
I'm thankful for my four-legged family members. They might leave lots of paw prints on the floor, but they are worth every swipe of the mop.
And I leave you with this thought...