Dang, I think we can do better than this, right? Surely so, says Holly.
But don’t call her Shirley.
See? Help me out here. Any better dog puns to offer up?
You know, the older this pup gets, the easier this weekly photo thing is to pull off.
This week, not only can we offer up the lovely over-the-shoulder look above, but we gotcha a bonus shot of her hind side with a jaunty profile pose.
Oh, and this next one because it made me laugh.
Holly, did you see where Jager got off to?
No, but I’ll keep an ear out for him.
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| Hoagy, Harvest and Holly |
Didja hear wab Foob Lady seb? asks Holly.
What? asks Harvest. Hey! Ow!
Holly lets go of her sister’s hind leg and clears a dog hair from her throat. [ahem] I said, she says, did you hear what Food Lady said? Hoagy’s gonna come at lunchtime to play.
With her leg now free, Harvest tosses Holly on her back. She jumps on top and starts to gnaw on Holly’s front leg. That’s cool. says Harvest. We could use some fresh meat. You know, so to speak.
And something else, says Holly. Food Lady says we get to see the Kota too. Yikes! You’re biting too hard, Harvest!
Ain’t no thing but a chicken wing, says Harvest. Nom-nom-nom ha ha ha ha! Seriously though, what’s a Kota?
I dunno, shrugs Holly. But Food Lady told me we have to treat the Kota with ‘spect. I have no idea what that even means. My turn! Give me your leg.
Respect means [ow] we can’t chew on it, says Harvest. Maybe the Kota is a strappy sandal. Criminy, Holly! Stop using your back teeth!
No, the Kota isn’t a shoe, you toe-eater, says Holly. Food Lady says the Kota is a special kinda dog. She said it’s very powerful and uses mind powers to control other animals. Ow, that’s my ear! I think you hit bone that time.
Oh sure, like it has ESPN or something, says Harvest. That makes no sense, Holly. Roll over and I’ll get your other ear bone to match the red marks.
No really, says Holly. The Kota is supposed to be fast and strong. Like with super speed and it can catch flying things in mid-air!
That’s nothin’, says Harvest. Watch me do that!
Ow, my tail! cried Holly. Oh hey, and and get this … the Kota [dang it! ow!] is black and white. Not yellow like me, you and Hoagy.
Now I know [ow!], says Harvest. You’re pulling my leg.
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| Well met. Some better met than others. |
Holy cow, what a good dog, Lakota.
While Holly and Hoagy ask for the doggy version of an autograph of the legendary Lakota, Harvest invests some time in researching the family history of the border collie.
Lakota in the meantime, permits this attention from his new fandom. No prob, says Lakota. So long as they leave my flying squirrel thingies alone.
Um.
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| Oh sure, you can catch this thing in mid-air. But can you catch me? bwahahaha |
Yeah, so anyway after the initial howdy-dos, the three Hero pups went back to merely assaulting each other puppy-style.
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| No, no I’d say you got two more kibbles for lunch than I did, says Hoagy. Did somebody say Lunch? says Holly. |
The Kota was left in peace to do his legendary feats of catching flying objects from mid-air. Which is all he really wanted out of the deal anyway.
A good thing he brought two flying squirrel thingies.
Last week’s Wordless Wednesday was an oxymoronic version, being that y’all were subjected to my lengthy lamentations about the change up of Holly’s weekly photo shoot. Wordless it was not.
And like I didn’t have enough challenges, what with the drizzling rain and shortage of dog cookies, but still I was presented with yet another task by a fellow puppy raiser.
You know, she says in a Facebook comment. In your photo, Holly looks like she’s ready for the runway.
She ended the comment with a hashtag of AmericasNextTopDogModel.
And I respond with, Sure, just don’t call it a catwalk.
But I can’t just leave it there. Not me.
Oh hey, I continue. That gives me an idea. Next week, I’ll have her walk down the sidewalk like she’s a model on a runway.
I just have to get the chalkboard in the background, I muse. And make sure everything’s in focus since the pup will be a moving target.
Right, says fellow puppy raiser. You do that. With music.
Dang.
Oh, no matter. All I have to do is the what I usually do.
Lower my standards.
And we present you with Holly at fifteen weeks. Strutting her stuff on the dogwalk.
Music selection is the choice of the reader.
We suggest humming to the tune Puttin’ on the Ritz.
If you’re blue and you don’t know where to go to
Why don’t you go where fashion sits?
Puttin’ on the ritz …
You know, if I’ve learned anything in this long-lived career in the corporate workplace, it’s the importance of being agile. To be flexible. How to embrace change.
Because no matter how carefully you may have planned, things are going to shift on you.
Or wait. No.
No, that’s just life.
So I was thinking that I’d take a weekly photo of Holly. At least until she reached a stage where her growth was not so profound in change. Dunno, maybe five or six months.
And then I figured easy ’nuff to take the photos in the same spot in the yard.
And then yesterday it rained. Stormed, actually. Thunder and lightning and should we be hunkering in the basement stuff going on out there.
Ah, but as many summer storms, it passed within minutes. Leaving us with a light rain shower.
And a tight schedule of taking Holly’s fourteen week photo.
So here we are with a misty rain causing the blackboard paint to run and the photographer’s assistant quickly running out of dog treats (do note The Husband’s shoes, bottom right), me fussing about the precious Canon in the misty rain, and Holly’s tail attempting to underline her name.
So take that, Life. We can work around all your drama and plot twists.
We give you Holly at fourteen weeks. Good lord, look at the legs on this pup, willya?
Go. Do. Be Dog. 