Saturday, February 28, 2009

Thursday, February 5, 2009

The Intersection of Work & Play





Cattle Dogs are workaholics. Thelma & Louise work, even when they play . . . and they always do it together, as a team. I get tired just watching them:







"Hey Weezy! Let's play! Whoo who!"














"Together now, let's go! "Mission control, we have lift off!"














Destination: Round pen (for round toy play, of course). Where no dog toy has gone before.









"We think we can; we think we can; we think we can . . ."













There they go . . .
















God speed, Thelma & Louise!













Thelma, "No tugging allowed!"
Louise, "I'm not tugging!"

















Louise, "But Capn' she can't take much more of this . . . the donut's about to blow!"

Thelma, "It's hard to believe we come from the same litter . . . Move it! Move it! Move it!"












"Turn right, Thelma . . ."















"Mission Control, the donut has landed."













That's one small pawprint for dog, one pawprint for dog-kind.














Thelma, "I love it when a plan comes together."













Louise, "Bark-blah, bark-blah, bark-blah . . . "