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 . . . "