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| You hafta wipe your paws, Yaxley! reminds Micro. Neener neener! |
Ah, it’s been too long between Caption This challenges. Here’s a shot that makes me laugh every time I look at it.
The expressions on the dog faces just are too precious. Micron with his neener neener attitude and Yaxley looks like aw, man . . . just let me in.
Any other ideas for a caption?
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| Bodine pre-frankenweenied |
Bodine’s leaning on a Who Dunit book with a just-ate-the-canary look on his mug. Who dunit indeed, says Bodine. Not me.
Did you know that dogs aren’t completely color-blind, in spite of whatever childhood wisdom you’ve been carrying in the back of your noggin all this time? Study of their eyeball rods and cones and things that I don’t even pretend to understand have suggested that dogs have a bit of color blindness rather similar to what some humans experience.
Simply put, because I am indeed a simple girl, our canine friends don’t see reds and greens the way we non-color blind human beans do. These two festive colors are perceived as a sort of gray instead. So when you toss that red ball into the lawn for a hearty game of fetch, your dog is looking at you with an expression of thanks a lot there, dude. I’ll be relying on that superior sense of smell to find my toy.
And that may explain why apples remind Micron of tennis balls so much. And maybe why taking him to our local Apple Fest last weekend may not have been the best of my brain children.
Let’s see some self-control there, big guy.
I’ve seen those romantic comments about Nose Print Art on windows and such. Those little dots that your adorable pooch has left while surveying the great outdoors from your picture window.
Here’s Jager to suck the romance out of it by French kissing the storm door. Mmmwah schluuurp, he says.
Yep, that’s full contact happening there. Off to find the Windex.
What a sugar cookie, this charming dog of mine. Micron does his stuff at a meet & greet booth for the Miami Valley Pet Therapy Association. It was a beautiful weekend to work the crowds for our neighborhood’s annual Fine Arts Festival.
Fine Art, indeed. The dog has a gift.
Go. Do. Be Dog. 