Sable's brother, Spike has a lot of energy. He could fetch Frisbee till a person dislocated a shoulder.
Spike is lean because of all the attention he gets from my brother's brood.
But, like Sable, he is 10 years old now and does get tired. He is not quite the "chow" hound like Sable though. But he is just as lovable. He just can't get close enough to you when he sits next to you. He loves nudging you with that cold nose.
I hope the few of you that find us here and have commented through the year will have a wonderful Christmas. I'm not great at networking, so I know my readers are few and far between. I suppose that I started this blog out of the love I have for my girls and now my Father's dog Joe. As a result, I don't have to embarrass myself talking about my pets as though they were my children(aren't they?) in social settings. So Sam, Monty, and Harlow, Tim and Lulu, Sean and Truvy, Howard, Stan, Coco, and the others who have stopped by through the year we wish you the best for the holidays and a Happy & Healthy New Year!
The kids do too. With the cooler temps, they get to ride with me and I don't have to worry about leaving them in the truck if I get distracted and stay in the store too long. Joe has taken Lucy's old spot by the window.
Sable doesn't seem to mind too much that she has taken a back seat. Just so she gets to ride.
Today is the first sunshine we've seen in almost two weeks. Although in the 40's, Sable took advantage and soaked up some rays. When the pooches aren't underfoot, I become concerned thinking that they got out of the yard some way. So when I look outside and see my baby I have an ahhhhhh moment.
Sable's brother, Spike, appears to be as much a chow hound as Sable. Yet, he manages to stay somewhat lean. How is that? Oh yeah, my Dad is not around feeding him scraps all the time. Plus their house rule of "no scraps to the dogs". What a downer.