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After a reprieve, he's back!!!
| "Ah, we've been awaiting you," murmers Spud... |
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... he expresses his joy in having Thor-play back... |
| ... and here we are... Thor the sweet-heart, home for the holiday... |
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... he is now just over a year old, and his head is still growing muscle-wise --
-- my Mom, of all people, said he has bedroom eyes... !
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| Elvis joins in the round, though he must first overcome his fascination with the dishwasher... |
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... and Spud plays along, as always... |
| ... Daisy, my parents' breeder-Golden, sits this (and every) round out -- !! |
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... okay, we begin -- with the OUCH heard around the room -- !! |
| T&E find a new stock of toys to play with -- baby toys... :D |
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... bred to fight? We think not -- bred to play and love is more like it -- !! |
| Elvis quickly finds his place on the food-chain...! |
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Spud, already knowing his place, sits out a round... or two... |
| ... and T&E are back at it, in full swing -- |
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-- add your own caption here -- !! |
| They want to play only with the forbidden fruit -- here, flowers from my Mom's vase -- !! |
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Thor takes a brief pause to strike a pose... |
| ... and then, fear is struck in their eyes... |
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... it's my Dad, old-school as they come, and who doesn't tolerate such play... |
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So, the boys go back to provincial lives, one toy per boy -- :D |
| Shortly thereafter, we're off to Massachusetts... |
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... in Mass, we find a welcome fenced-in back yard to romp in... |
| ... Elvis basks in the sun -- note his stunning coat -- largely attributable, in my eyes, to his raw diet, full of fish and omega-3 fatty acids... |
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... next, we meet Rosie, a worthy contender in the game... |
| .. little Pansy, Nibbles' daughter, is in tow, too -- |
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-- and she plays, plays, plays with Midnight, one last time before Midnight goes home forever -- !! |
| Rosie takes her turn at striking a pose... |
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... and then she wants to play... |
| ... and the boys follow suite, though not quite as gracefully -- :) |
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Rosie can run... |
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... and here's an unexpected air-rosie... :D |
| Elvis watches in disbelief... |
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.. and then Punkie comes out... and the puppies decide to let good enough alone, leaving Punkie to his ball.. |
| ... Elvis instead watches Punkie and learns what Thor is having a hard time teaching him -- how to be BIG boy -- !! |
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... Punkie's blue neck-chief with green bones on it doesn't strengthen his case though -- ;) |
| Finally, the day is done, and kisses goodbye are made... |
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... the bulls have a final run... |
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... and Elvis unsuccessfully tries for a lick of Diet Coke -- !! |
| Next, locked and loaded in the crate, we head back home... |
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... and see dear Daisy... wearing Preccie's old collar -- heeee-haw! |
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... baby Nibbles, the sweetest boy... |
| ... and Thor calls it a day... |
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... though this boy is never really done, playing and socializing with everyone so well -- he is a champion of how wonderful this breed can be... |
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