Posted by Twelvebit (Victoria, United States) on 25 November 2007 in Animal & Insect.
My dog has this thing he does in the bushes: he backs up to them and swishes his butt back and forth. I assume he is trying to scratch his back but some of the bushes he chooses don't seem to offer much scratching potential. However, if he catches you with one of those wooden back scratchers in your hand he will push his head into it and turn around for you to scratch his back; and he never gets tired of having it scratched; he will stand there as long as you keep scratching.
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Well the 'scratching' thing offered a great pose here! Like the ears...
25 Nov 2007 5:45pm
@Ina: Thank you.
So adorable, large and small, dogs are beautiful creatures.
25 Nov 2007 7:49pm
@Amir: Plus je vois l'homme, plus j'aimie mon chien
--- Pascal ---
EPITAPH TO A DOG
Near this spot Are deposited the Remains Of one Who Possessed Beauty Without Vanity,Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man Without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of "Boatswain," a Dog Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808.
--- Lord Byron ---
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MONUMENT TO A DOG
When some proud son of man returns to earth, Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth, The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe, And storied urns record who rests below. When all is done, upon the tomb is seen, Not what he was, but what he should have been. But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labors, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonored falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth -- While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour, Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power-- Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust, Degraded mass of animated dust! Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit! By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Ye, who perchance behold this simple urn, Pass on--it honors none you wish to mourn. To mark a friend's remains these stones arise; I never knew but one--and here he lies.
--- Lord Byron --- Inscription on the monument of his Newfoundland dog, 1808
This is a great image. You have a lot of real good shots, you do nice work.
25 Nov 2007 8:01pm
@Gary: Thank you.
Beautiful shot the way his legs are going is comical.
26 Nov 2007 3:51am
@JoeB: He looks even funnier in motion.
Awww! bless him, he's a georgous dog Twelvebit.
26 Nov 2007 12:53pm
@MaryB: Thank you.
Ha ha! Love it - dogs can be funny old things!
29 Nov 2007 2:23am
@Daroru: He is exceptionally funny at times.
Nice dog but not as big as my boy and half the weight
14 Apr 2008 3:49pm
@Cerys: So, what are we talking here, Irish Wolfhound, Mastiff, or bigger Dane? Mine is not particularly large for a Dane, but he does seem to impress most of the people around here.
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