Meet Yoda.
Can you guess what he is? (Hint: he’s a mix of two unique breeds.)
(My Facebook friends were already introduced to Yoda, so don’t cheat, y’all! Speaking of Facebook … have you been wondering why my blog posts are so infrequent these days? That’s because 90% of my cute pix are ending up there – join the fun!)
Sumner continues to amaze me. He’s almost a perfect host to our shoppers. He’s still shy, but he’s able to demo the treat-dispensing toys in front of an audience:
Even better, he’s now greeting many of our canine shoppers out on the floor! Without incident, I should add. If the visiting dog makes him uneasy he’ll take a sniff and then head right back to his bed behind the counter.
He was curious and gentle with these wee pups:
We wound up with a total of four dogs (the puppies, Polo and Daisy) plus a free-ranging Sum in here, and everyone did great.
That play bow I’ve been hoping for? He did two with a Goldendoodle pup a few weeks ago. It was magical! Quite proud of my old man’s new tricks.
“I heard that you have a thing for boxers.”
“I’m pretty swoon-worthy … everybody thinks I’m adorable”
“Tell that Sumner of yours that he’s got some competition.”
I went to visit the menagerie next door and fell in love. My neighbor Karen rang the dinner bell (aka, shook the grain dish) and the sheep came a’runnin:
I brought a gift, but sadly it was consumed before I could bribe a few good pics. I discovered that the “hold a treat above the camera and make funny noises” trick doesn’t work with livestock. At all.
The pygmy goats were charmers … the kept crowding my camera so it was tough to get a decent picture.
We can hear our fuzzy neighbors when we’re outside, so now Tom and I can do pretty convincing bleating and baaing imitations. Those sounds are lovely … the neighbor who leaves the dog out in the yard to bark for 30 minutes at a clip? No thanks.
Chloe came in with her person this morning … you might have heard me going, “SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Sure she’s cute, but she’s also a badass. She went right up to a bigger dog and gave him what-for. Then she got to work killing this big pink ball:
“Don’t be fooled by my fluffy exterior. Inside me beats the heart of Big Dog.”
She came …
She shopped …
She zonkered:
