But that doesn't keeps him from afternoon yoga.
Meet Harry, the incredible barfing dog. Two minutes in a car and Harry is throwing up. This was taken today at the Minnehaha Falls dog park in Minneapolis. The park is beautiful and amazing, bordered on one side by the Mississippi River where Harry's just been for a swim. Harry is my son's dog.
4 comments:
Anne, Latoya is some industrious kitty. My cats need no other purpose in life than sleeping!
Is Harry an Australian Shepherd?
Such cool critters! And that Latoya, with her/his identity crisis. . . too good. Boy do I envy you the dog park. Somewhere around here is a dog beach. I have to find out where.
Anne, I think I've got a cat related to your barfing dog. Soon as we get inside that car... Yike!
M
We had Aussies, too. Cisco is pictured with me on my website. We had to put him down a few months ago--cancer--at the age of 13. It hit me really hard, I tell you. I wasn't prepared. I can still hear him getting ready to greet me on the other side of the door when I come home. (And, boy, is that a laoded statement, huh?) We've always had dogs, but we haven't found the heart to get another one, and I don't know if we will.
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