It’s Doggityday!

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23 Responses to It’s Doggityday!

  1. Lucille says:

    West Highland Terrier…

    Brittany Spaniel Puppy…

    Jack Russell Terrier…

    Happy Tucker Day!

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  2. Lucille says:

    15 Fascinating Facts About Brittany Spaniels

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  3. Gary says:

    Every pup absolutely adorable, but I am partial to Huskies. They love me back!

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  4. WeeWeed says:

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  5. jeans2nd says:

    Doggone, had one that fits the theme!

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  6. pirapoi says:

    Duke stalking a grouse –

    / he’s never caught one but he did get a few feathers once.

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  7. lovely says:

    My little ol’ gal taking a snooze.

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  8. czarowniczy says:

    My dream dog, an Ovcharka – and this one’s mid-sized:

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  9. czarowniczy says:

    I know today’s the established Dog Day but, as the cats remind me, EVERY day is Cat Day. That said, I just came in from changing the cat box…I refilled it (it’s a biggie) and left in on the driveway for the light breeze to waft away the litter dust. Just as I returned the grey cat, who’s outside surveying her domain, jumps out of the cat box having left me a deposit. A hundred acres around her, acreage she regularly uses/abuses, and she has to grace the new les lavabox.

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  10. czarowniczy says:

    Czarina wanted red beans and rice tonite so my son and I got out the big pot, some really super (lotsa meat) smoked ham hocks and went to work. Our almost-3 grandson is wild over the ham hocks, he dropped a piece on the floor and beat the dog to it…watching him eat meat with his hands makes me think of prehistoric cave dining in the Neandershöhle.

    Dogs love the rb&r, they’re lapping it up. With their short digestive tracts the bedroom should become the toot suite very quickly tonite.

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    • Lucille says:

      “Toot suite”! Hahahahaha!

      Our childhood dog, Michael O’Halloran–Mickey for short, was fed every day with 15¢ non-gourmet canned dog food. Didn’t matter that his Boston Terrier pedigree was long, even though his markings had slipped. My Dad’s philosophy was, “He’s a dog. He doesn’t get steak.” As a result the perfume with which he often gifted us burned our noses. Rosey it wasn’t.

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      • czarowniczy says:

        Our brood will frequently run across some high-flavored denizen that’s met its fate. They will then be consigned to the living room until their issues subside.


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