Wotan was my soul dog and followed me everywhere. He loved playing and was born for the sport of agility and competed until the age of twelve. He enjoyed retirement, whether it was sleeping in bed or getting the best spot on the couch or joining us for a hike.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Barking, who said I was barking?
Barking, oh no not me!
Must be those puppies making the racket.
Did you say treat? I'm on my way inside...
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Poor Neglected Boy
Poor Wotan feels a bit left out with all the attention going to the puppies. We try to make sure that he gets quality time and plenty of belly rubs. He particularly enjoys going alone with me for our 3-mile walks or runs in the woods.
They don't stay on the dog bed for long...once the lights go out, it's up onto the king size sleigh bed for these two.
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