Our granddog, Croc, has a hard life. In this photo, he is anxiously awaiting the mail carrier. So far, he has a one hundred percent success rate in chasing him off. Please note the crocheted afghan he rests under. Yes, I made it just for him. Mornings are the best for him. Protecting the house from the postal service is a great sacrifice since afterwards he has to sleep on top of his blanket unless someone happens by to cover him.
The mail carrier has once again been vanquished, but as you can see, Though he has blankets, poor Croc is uncovered. He has, however, acquired the baby’s favorite doll to comfort him. He covets her snugglies, and given the opportunity, snitches them. This fearsome beast is all that stands between us and the USPS. Of course, he is not allowed on sofa.
On our recent trip, Buzzy had a great time visiting family. Lest I mislead you, I never claimed he was a brave dog. He ran from some house cats, but they were bob-tailed. In his defense, He’d never seen a bob-tailed cat and was unsure how dangerous they might prove to be. He walked into a swimming pool by accident, his first experience with one. He was an excellent swimmer, but had no idea how to get out. He seemed to enjoy his little swim.
His introduction to Aunt Beulah’s chickens was hysterical. He was waiting expectantly when she opened the door to the hen house. When Bonnie and Clyde strutted out, he set a new land-speed record for American Eskimo Dogs, if there wasn’t one before. I believe he would have passed up Greyhounds trying to escape those bobbling fowl, even though they showed no interest whatsoever in him.
We are back home now. I’ll keep you posted of his future adventures.