Lucy.

Simon and Quincy say hi.

Last year, Quincy was still a pup and Simon was fitting 2 tennis balls in his mouth.

Cooper and Holly.

These are a few of my favorite dogs.

Juniper, Axle, and Zeus.

Wally meets the press.

"If it's Sunday..." and it was — yesterday... "it's Meet the Press". Should I go on? But what if it's a 60 minutes-type muckraking exposé, a "hit piece"? What if I forget my talking points? What if the camera shows my bald spot? These journalists can be ruthless... hard-hitting... always looking for sound-bites, gaffes, gotcha moments.

Well, she seems nice enough... gentle soft voice... *sniff, sniff* — I don't smell hostility. That's right — it's Wally with a "y"... W-A-L-L-Y... 9 years-old... male... golden retriever... graduate, with honors, of Mrs. Treats' Dog Obedience and Critical Thinking Academy, class of '06 — 
that's pretty much my entire C.V. right there in a nutshell. 

Are we done? What? My position? (Uh oh, here it comes) On what? — my position on CATS ??? Uh... well, cats are... uh, cats are... wait, hold on a sec... (must check with advisor). My position is that cats are people too and that cats are equally deserving of living their lives with dignity, care, and happiness. There. I think I handled that well. All things considered.

"Isn't she lovely?" (UPDATED)

"Isn't she won-der-ful?"



She's Graci.

Less than one and one half years old.

"Mactavious...

"...but we just call him 'Mac'".

Greetings from Wisconsin.

(left to right: Buddy, Caesar, Jesse, Martha, and Zeus)

Render unto Caesar.

(Caesar is a 1 year-old Mastiff/Siberian Husky.) and unto Zeus, the things that are Zeus's.

(ADDED: The dog with Zeus in the final frame is Topper, an 8 month-old from Alabama. And in the 2nd frame can be seen Jesse, the growing Golden Retriever pup.  In the 3rd frame is Gus, the chocolate Lab.)

“When we study play in dogs, we study ourselves.”

From a May 19 Washington Post article, "In dogs’ play, researchers see honesty and deceit, perhaps something like morality".

Take those two dogs. That yogalike pose is known as a “play bow,” and in the language of play it’s one of the most commonly used words. It’s an instigation and a clarification, a warning and an apology. Dogs often adopt this stance as an invitation to play right before they lunge at another dog; they also bow before they nip (“I’m going to bite you, but I’m just fooling around”) or after some particularly aggressive roughhousing (“Sorry I knocked you over; I didn’t mean it.”). All of this suggests that dogs have a kind of moral code — one long hidden to humans until a cognitive ethologist named Marc Bekoff began to crack it.

Play bow prodigy, Jesse: And an expert at dog play — a seasoned veteran... Zeus!

79.3 °F feels like 81 °F.

Under the table with Zeus is Cadence, an 11 month-old Golden Retriever.
Catch a quick cat nap.

Haltingly, Hayley!

With Juniper... ...and Juniper and Maxine. Always ready for her closeup.

Good to see you again.

Big Bill wants you to see what he can do with his tongue.

Pretty good, huh?