Daddy yelled at me

...and I went away to Be Sad.*



*I may, perhaps, have failed to come when called, and perhaps instead chose to bark ferociously at a woman with a baby carriage 2 streets away, and perhaps I DID ignore Daddy just a bit. And perhaps Daddy DID have to run after me in his socks through spring mud. In front of the neighbors. And perhaps it was early on a weekend.

Mirror, mirror...

...on the wall, who is the fairest Dane of all?

Great picture!

Picture is courtesy of the good folkz at I Haz A Hotdog , and yes, the dog really is a rescue.

Happy 2nd Birthday!

Roseland Bianca Coppola (Dane) and "Buddy" (indeterminate mix) both turned 2 years old this week. Naturally, we had a party!

Why did you put this on my head?


I wear this hat under protest.


Some chaotic wrangling...


They are really very, very good dogs.

Flowers!

I got flowers at work just for being me!

Notice the curious snout in the background...

Winter Fun With Unkee Dunkee!

Bianca and Buddy play with best friend Duncan the Mastiff.


Duncan (brown dog, left) had a fleeting notion that he was going to jump up on the hay bale. Then he remembered he weighed 175 pounds and had bad hips.

Winter fun

Bianca and Buddy like to go for walks in the farmer's field and play on/around the hay bales.

Ha! You can't get me!


Hi-yaaaa! I chase you!


Notice the foal blanket on Bianca. A Dane is a big dog.

Yeah, that's me looking like a doofus in the red hat. It's about a half mile walk to the field, then another quarter or so uphill to go somewhere isolated enough I'm comfortable letting them run. (Bianca believes a strong offense is the best defense, where strange people/dogs/sounds/sights/smells/etc are concerned)