The brown dog, Chester is nearly 5 years old. He has lived here for nearly half his life and in those 2½ years has spent quite a lot of time on one side of the door or the other. If he's in, he wants to be out - if he's out he wants to be in. You get the picture; he is no stranger to our glass doors.
I have just watched him spend a good 5 minutes investigating the wire-haired Pointer standing just inches from his nose on the other side of the glass. His reflection of course. Ears were cocked as he viewed it from all angles. A low throaty growl began to rumble. The other dog wasn't going away. In fact it began to look quite aggresive. He gave one tremendous bark. I let him out and of course there was no dog there.
As far as he was concerned he'd seen it off and there was much strutting round the garden. A sort of canine 'Victory Roll' methinks. What a hero.
Dumb dog. Bless 'im.
9 comments:
Lovely doggy tale! Where would we be without them?
Don't talk to me about dumb dogs,as far as I can see the words dogs and brains do not go together at all!
Tee hee! A hero indeed, can just see him struttin' his stuff! Josh goes a bit silly when he sees himself in our full length mirror too - full of admiration for such a wonderful specimen, but knows he needs to see it off!
You have to smile!
Ah, that's nice. My dog REALLY has no brains though- he's a tiny silly thing, but I love him.
Beautiful dog, brains or no!
Lovely looking dog - who need brains with those noble looks???
I loved your 1812 blog, and your mornings with the birds coming into the house - life sounds lovely on the Long Mountain!
He's a handsome chap - no brains required.
Toady
You just gotta love him haven't you.
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