Sunday, January 01, 2006

What can you say about a dog with discriminating fashion taste as this? Bob came to live with us from the pound. We do not know how old he is exactly but he's been at Bellemaison 19 years. His teeth are all ground down to almost nothing, but he can still clean a prime rib bone to a dull shine. He still will try to nip you when you give him a bath. He still barks at the mailman everyday. He still jumps up and down off the sofa. Even though he is housetrained, still, he is not afraid to mark his territory and let you know that he's the Main Dog. That's because Cleo says so. These things, and more, make him The Venerated Elder of The Chow Nation.


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