In the blink of an eye, summer is almost gone. How'd that happen? Between painfully slow Internet access and frantically pulling together September's masthead, I thought I'd grab some random Summer training shots of the brats at work. I'm so sad to see the Isle of the Ill-Behaved masthead leave this month!
"I'm not so sure shaking the hula hoop is defined in the definition of "working dog." Besides, it brings a little too much attention to my apple bottom booty."
"Weee!" Juno scretchs to a hault and sits promptly in the show-down competition of hurdling an obstacle and recalling to the sit. She beats the border collie by minutes. Woo hoo! Huskies rule and Border Collies drool. But I'm not competitive. Nope, not at all.
"Shoooow me the hot dog!"
"You want me to do what? Sit next to him? Up here? How much will you pay me?"
"If I close my eyes really tight, this beach class will go away and I will be running free on the Isle of the Ill-Behaved!"
Sneak-peak at September's masthead inspiration.
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"Your project is guaranteed to meet superior Siberian standards or I will fatally masticate it. You have my "woo" on that!"
"I keep your project safe from crows, coyotes, and flies. I prefer to be paid in salmon treats and tennis balls."
"I manage the treat jar & the staff's daily payroll of cookies and bones. The staff is excellent at math and let me know when I come up short."