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After an extraordinarily successful day of tracking, my spokesperson took this portrait of my sister and I.
I am the stunning one. My sister, Gabby is the lazy one that had to lay down because she was too tired to sit for this picture.
Did I mention that we are both in training to be Search and Rescue Dogs? My sister, Gabby, got me involved in it. She thought I needed to branch out into something more socially acceptable than Ninja assasinations...you know, give my image more balance...make me more of a Renaissance Dog!
Ransom
(the One and Only
Mexican-Chinese shepherd!)
Blessed with the grace of a wolf and the wiles of a coyote, I relentlessly protect the three deceptively small, but fierce, Ninjas in my care.
The Oldest Ninja is a guest author on my blog!
Medium-sized Ninja
The Littlest Ninja
When not needed by the three Ninjas, I hang out at the backyard with
Rivendell (slightly psychotic border collie with a Napoleonic complex--mean as a snake if you cross the little varmit)
and Gloria (a one ton Newfoundland mix that has perceptual difficulties...poor thing is scared of her own shadow and thinks she is a teacup poodle. She is forever trying to fit her horse sized body into the tiniest little places...or worse, trying to sit in the lap of the smallest Ninja).
Obviously, BOTH of my backyard side-kicks require extensive supervision. Sadly, I realize that often I am their only link to sanity. But, then, I always knew that with great power comes great responsibility...
3 comments:
HaRooooo!
Maybe I am REALLY a khat?!?
Hugz&Khysses,
Khyra
PeeEssWoo: I'm still shuddering at THAT thought!
(I'm actually a little, fat, brown chihuahua, but don't tell anyone!)
Hey Rans....well, I got in big trouble for digging again...I'm board out of my mind. I need you, I miss you...come see me. What am I going to do in Alaska...when I can't see your lazy bones and I will not be able to teach you anything..since your spokesperson obviously does nothing besides pamper you and make you needy!
Oh my......anyway what was I saying..I really miss you.
Looks like because of my small digging incidence that I now will be in solitary confinement for the next two months...being neck tied to a tree with only a few feet to roam!!! SAVE ME FROM THIS TORTURE!! I need to run...we must go tracking SOON! You need more help before I leave...and I guess I could use your company. My spokesperson all of a sudden is working a bunch more hours leaving me in the cold...and the male spokes guy...he is not very loving..just bosses me around and I am getting sick of it! I almost told him off but then again...I do need someone to feed me.
Anyway loser...I love you.
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