Ripper is sporting the newest in collar in fashion. Bright pink for my big tough guy. He's secure enough in his doggie masculinity to pull it off:
I think it looks smashing! He's thinking "mmm... this collar looks good enough to eat!! I bet pink tastes better than all the other collars I've eaten!"
Crew after a quick run. Loki, Ivy and Rupert are in behind Ripper. They were great, until I started chopping fish in behind the cabin and they somehow managed to wrap themselves around my BBQ in an effort to get closer to me and the fish. Let me tell you, dogs and lines and harnesses and skittish dogs wrapped around a fallen BBQ that starts dragging on the ground DO NOT mix well together! That's when mass hysteria starts to set in.
Everyone came out unscathed though. I had to come to the very QUICK rescue of dogs & BBQ.
This guy probably didn't even notice the BBQ fiasco! There is not a happier, more oblivious dog than the Ripster. Other than Pooh Bear!
Mmmmm.... dirty river water... yum!
Pooh Bear! is still figuring out that whole "how-to-pull" thing.
Esther, in behind, is awesome.
PB and the ghost of PB running with her. The ghost actually pulls better!
Here is Pooh Bear the twit before we head out for a run. She's going for the World Record in circle spinning. If it existed.
Alright, I just about got turfed off head-first off the 4-wheeler last night because of all the freakin' anthills around here. And for posterity, I caught it on video!! I'd just like to warn my parents to keep the volume OFF since I believe there just may be a curse word involved in the end of this video. I'm not sure, I'm just saying that when you see your life pass before your eyes, things come out that you can't control...
You can see the trouble-making anthill just before I almost bite it. I really need a helmet-cam!