Bingo doesn't lie on the couch when I'm home, only when I go out:
She used to jump off immediately before I came in the door . . .
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Not anymore.
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Horrified lady: "That's a priceless Steinway!"
Inspector Clouseau: "Not anymore."
I always hear his voice in that French accent whenever I say, "Not anymore."
Anyway . . .
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| Hullo. |
Onto our walks . . .
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| Paw lift! Haven't gotten a shot of this in a while. |
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| What you don't see here is the black streak of an animal under the pier. We walked down there & something darted out. Bingo was all sniffy of course and wanted to chase after it. |
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| Tabby coming to join us. |
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| I think he was going to jump down, but thought better of it. |
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| Hullo. |
Another day . . .
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| *sniff* |
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| Look left. |
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| Look center. |
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| Look right. |
Good dog.
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| She loves to go churning thru the scrubby saplings & brush. |
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| The lake is so beautiful. You'd think it'd be cool down here, but no. Nowhere is cool right now! |
Tabby comes down the path, M-OW-ing:
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| Hullo. |
But then Bingo started running up the trail & Tabby goes here:
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| "Oh, I see. You WEREN'T chasing me. OK, I'll get down." |
Every once in a while, Bingo likes to go to our winter place:
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| Over the logs. |
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| Hugging trees. |
And back out:
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