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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:
Khan woo snag the biskhuit from her hand?
Hugz&Khysses,
Khyra
I wish she had had a biscuit! All she was holding up for me was a sprig of an evergreen tree...but, it was fun jumping for it, even it it didn't taste very good!
Pawsome jump Ransom!
Are you jumping fur joy because you are almost free again?
Big licks to you
Suzuki
xxx
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