Giada and I go on daily weekday walks. (I exempt myself from having to walk her over the weekends, and she’s pretty understanding about doing her thing in the backyard on those days.) We stroll for almost a mile, which doesn’t seem to be enough for her. Just as we round the corner and turn on our block – without fail – she’ll grab her leash as if to say, Let’s not go home yet.
Of course, she seems to forget her stance when I reach for a treat. Okay, we can go home if you let me have that….
“Gimme the treat!!!”
Always a lovely sight waking up to one dog staring at you in multiple ways.
We taught her to jump on the patio door to let it be known that she wants to come in. (I admit that we’ve left her outside in the past, accidentally forgetting that we had let her out. We’d come to the door to find her laying in front of the glass, staring intently into the other side.)
Her demands are heard and we find it funny, so it works for all of us.
I should have more pictures of Giada smiling in the snow, but alas, I do not.
Still cute though, no?
I now can tell people that my dog walks on water.
I won’t tell them that she fell through a few seconds after I shot this picture. (The water was shallow so she just ended up with a bit of mud.)
Hoping a sliver or two of chicken this weekend will cheer her up.
Giada is bummed about her BFF leaving today.
Giada doesn’t like wearing hoodies (or any other made-for-human clothes really).
Giada is wondering why no one asked her if it was alright that Christmas is over.