Wednesday, March 2, 2011


I am still keeping busy trying to stave off those nicotine cravings. In addition to the Wii, I have also started taking the killer dog for walks at the Ag Center.

Because I am fascinated with the whole island concept, that is where we head. She is always in front of me keeping me safe from oh, squirrels, and deer, and raccoons. Even gators. Not that we have gators but if we did, she would be after them. The only thing she's afraid of is people.

Cruella's pace is much faster than mine. She trots the entire way. Occasionally she even disappears from sight.

As a result of all that running, she has to get cooled off. Watching her do this knowing that she will be climbing into my car soon does not make me the happiest camper in the world but I can't complain since she has just risked life and limb for me (again, as long as there were no people involved).


annest said...

Too funny. She loves her water! My dobies did too. Would spend hours swimming/sitting in our Miami pool. Have you ever thought about how Bassman and Cruella sort of look a like? Long and lanky.

Misfit in Paradise said...

Welcome back to the Bluegrass State.

jo©o said...

I loved this post.

Misfit in Paradise said...

Thank you. And thanks so much for stopping by.

Johnny Nutcase said...

Pretty pup! Nice post - like those shadows on the bridge too :)

Kipp said...

Why do we say "I am going to the take the dog for a walk"?
I cannot remember one time where my dog followed me.
Shouldn't it be "The dog is going to take me for a walk."

Misfit in Paradise said...

How true.