Spike, Tennis Ball Obsessed Chelsea, The Red Man &
Smokey Lonesome Ollie
Casa de Canterbury
June 23, 2012
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so I think I’ll call it a night.
Get me outta here Percy…
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great photo, you will always treasure this
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Yes, thank you, you’re right.
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Love seeing Smokey Lonesome Ollie with everyone. My mommy has a picture of my late canine sister Lexi curled up next to me. It’s a special picture, too. Keep your chin up, Red Man.
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Thanks so much, Miss Harper Lee…your kind words bring tears to The Red Man’s eyes…:)
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One of the greatest pics ever!!!! What a treat to treasure!!!!
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Thanks so much, Treor!! The Red Man loves it, too…:)
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A great picture. A wonderful pack. Sigh…I AM sorry.
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Thanks so much. Good luck with your tests tomorrow.
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Just beautiful. This certainly one to treasure – *hugs*
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Thanks, Dianne…:)
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Holy moly. They are adorable.
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Thanks so much…
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I’m so glad there’s not a Chihuahua in that mix. Seems like everyone I know in the states now has ankle-biters. My mother’s Chiruahua is the worst. Isn’t there some sort of self-policing done by respectable dogs? And, while they’re at it, my step brother has got a Dachshund that thinks he is a Mastiff…can the Red Man do a Joe Peschi impersonation? Woof to all, and to all a good woof !
Later…
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The Red Man is actually famous for his Joe Peschi impersonations – but limits them to members of his own Pack! I will speak to him about the possibility of Hit Dog for Hire. My Aunt Mildred had a Chihuahua named Pedro. Every time I went to visit her the little dog would wait for me to sit down on the sofa in the living room and then come running around the corner from the kitchen and make a beeline for my ankle and Chomp on it. I swear that’s the truth.
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I know it is…those little taco fillers are notoriously territorial. My uncle had one, and our favorite game as youngsters was to hit him on an arm or leg and watch the Chihuahua go spun-nuts. My mother’s Chi does the same thing…following people along her property line, barking insanely, then trotting that Chi-Chi trot back with her head held high, as if she’d just saved our lives from some school kids. Would never have one of those little monsters…I never even saw one when I lived in northern Mexico. Guess they shipped them all off to the U.S.
Later…
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Good point about not seeing the Chihuahuas in Mexico. Hmmm…wonder how they handled the Border Patrol?? Just a mental image.
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Probably rushed the immigration station. Now, is that an image to think about…thousands of rabid, yapping, ankle-chomping Chihuahuas leaping the barbed wire and engulfing the border guards. Puppy treats to become standard defensive gear…but, I guess that time has passed. They’re already among us.
Later…
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Too little…too late 🙂 Great image, though.
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