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I posted this Text from Dog on the Raising a Super Dog Facebook page earlier this week because … well, because it reminded me of conversations with Jager.
Just change “texts” to “blog updates” and I’m sure this exchange has happened between us.
So like a brick to the head, I have me a not so subtle prompt to include Jager on this week’s Wordless Wednesday post.
Our original co-puppy raiser and Hunt Master of All He Sees, the awesome little Jagerhund certainly has earned the occasional spotlight.
To redeem myself, if only to toss my credibility right back with this next photo, we have our freaky little fellow in full Master of the Hunt gear.
Um, You say. What is that on his back?
Why, that would be an orc prepared for battle.
Because our fierce fellow is a Warg, of course. Oh c’mon, you know. A warg. From Lord of the Rings, remember?
Here, does this help?
Right? You can see it now, can’t you?
It’s ok, just nod your head yes. It’ll get me brownie points with the dog.
From the Wiki page
In a way they took the place of the more powerful Werewolves from earlier ages. Like so many foul creatures, the Warg may have first been bred in Angband by Morgoth, the result of mixing two animals to produce a true monster. Wargs were said by some to have been very intelligent predators; it is rumoured that they had a crude understanding of some orc words and their Black Speech. Wargs appear in J.R.R. Tolkien’s novel The Hobbit in which they attack Bilbo Baggins, Gandalf, and the dwarves that are traveling to the Lonely Mountain (Erebor).
BOL. I see it.
Have I told you lately that you're awesome? Because… you're awesome.
Does that terrier attitude show, do you think? Jager does seem able to pull this off in his own little freaky way. “Be the warg,” is his mantra.
Thanks for stopping by Ranger! Happy WW to you.
Pup Fan, you made me blush this morning. Better than the usual caffeine boost to put some color in my cheeks. And you made me smile.
Thanks so much . . . and a happy WW to you.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Pawsome!!! I love the Orc on his back.
Do you know that my chickens are named after the nine in the Fellowship? Frodo and Samwise are roosters and found new homes. Gandalf went to a new home last week. Boromir, Aragorn and Gimli will be rehomed with a friend. Leaving me with Legolas, Merri and Pippin.
We don't talk about Jemima.
Holy cows and chickens, Flea, that is hilarious. Continuing the LOTR legacy via poultry. We raised chickens back in my younger days, but we didn't name them. Well, not after Mr. Peepers anyway. Turned out to be not such a good idea to get a relationship going when you have dinner plans, so to speak.