Time Taken: December 2009
I’m drawing a blank on this week’s topic and I don’t even have access to my usual art creation tools, so I’m short on potential images to boot. So, time to pull out a backup topic!
My dog!
Well, one of my dogs. This is Kerowyn. She’s half corgi, half border collie. She got the coloration, length, and ears of the corgi and the intellegence, height, and energy of a border collie. She doesn’t always look as dignified as that picture above.
Here’s one a few seconds later of her about to play in the snow, including eating some. She likes snow.
Time Taken: December 2009
And one more, a few seconds after that, after she successfully nommed the snow and has stretched out, contented with her endeavor.
Time Taken: December 2009
She’s a silly pup, for all that we’ve had her for years. We got her rather young, about 6 months old, from the local pound. We weren’t sure about her at first, since she’s got a lot of energy (and kept knocking things over with her high-flying tail). But she’s mellowed out a lot over the years, becoming a dependable dog. She still knocks occasional things over, and she barks a little too much in her self-appointed job as guardian of the neighborhood. We’ve got a whole lot of dogs in the neighborhood, though, and a lot of them bark a tad too much as well, so the main one it bothers is me. And it is somewhat amusing to listen to Kerowyn chatting away with a neighbor dog. There’s enough variations in pitch and length in the bark patterns that I would not be at all surprised if it was halfway to a language.
She’s an outdoor dog, and a winter dog. She quite happily sits outside in the snow, carefully watching the world go by. Here’s one last photo of her, as she has largely buried herself in the snow, looking for a ball.
Time Taken: December 2009
She found the ball a few seconds later. And proceeded to play catch with herself, tossing the ball high in the air, watching it fall into the snowbank, then diving after it. The yard was filled with dog-dug pits in the snow that day.
She’s my Kero-pup, my long puppy, my fluffernutter. And I love her, just as I love all my dogs. I do have a great fondness for her, though, since unlike most of the family dogs that spend all their time with Mom, she actually occasionally wanders over and hangs out by me, plopping herself down my my computer chair, leaning on my leg, and just being content being with her girl.
