Tag Archives: Hattie
Pals
Hattie (or oldest Golden) had a little surgery on Monday. She’s doing fine but has one of those Frankenstein incisions she really wants to scratch. So the hood and the crate for another week. Riley is missing their play sessions and is staying close.
Sure would hate to do this quarantine thing without a couple of good dogs.
“If I’m not supposed to be up here, why did you leave the chair out?”
Ahh. No masks
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Barb finds a safe place to walk the dogs without their masks.
Has anyone seen Hattie?
Most jungle movies of a certain vintage — and some westerns — include a scene where the good guys are making their way through hostile territory. When someone says, “ I don’t like it it’s too quiet.” When, for the first time that day, you can’t hear your one year old Golden Retriever, it’s too quiet.
Me and the pups
Pals
Riley and Hattie after some vigorous play. You can have your newborn babies, for my money there’s no sweeter site than two Golden Retrievers.
Hattie and Riley on the couch
One or both of the dogs sleep on the bed with Barb…unless she’s out of town. Then it’s the couch.
Sunday Morning
Buddies
