OK, the cats got their turn in the limelight on Friday, so I'll start off this week with the canines we encountered in the UK.
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| Pupsy, devoted Jack Russell who follows my new sister-in-law 24/7. |
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| Alfie, super-vigilant protector of 18-month-old great-nephew. |
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| Dog who taunts and barks at Alfie when he walks by |
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| Alfie with Bobby, Border Terrier later menaced by a sheep |
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| Lancashire Heeler pup--I swear my husband's family just doles out small dogs to everyone. They're everywhere. Though we didn't come back with any pint-sized canines. |
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| Waiting in vain for a share of the grilled sausages |
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| A "Talbot," an extinct breed of hunting dog, atop the 1451 Well House in gardens of Bishop's Palace, Wells; apparently this dog was the Bishop's favorite hound. IMHO, he could've ponied up a bit more money for a better sculptor...this dog is a bit fetal-pygmy-hippo-looking to me. |
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| Dog prints in clay tile, Roman Baths. Always makes me wistful to see humble touches of life in the past like this...just like pawprints in a modern concrete sidewalk. My parents found some among the Mexican clay tiles used to floor their kitchen long ago on Long Island in New York. |
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| Dog playing fetch, mudflats, Burnham-on-Crouch |
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| Dang. Dang, darn, and drat. I specifically wanted to visit Black Dog of Wells terracotta workshop in Wells, and we even parked right next to it. So why didn't I go in? What was up with that? Argh. Oh well. Obviously I must now go back there sometime. |
