CANT THINK OF A TITLE

I went out with the camera today while the dogs were out. (They are still out).
It is hard for me to see Doc's growth unless I am picking him up. When he got off the plane I could tuck him under one arm and still use both hands.
Now I need both hands and both arms and to remember to take my glasses off first.

But what surprised me the most about the photos I got were two of Conley.

Now he was intended as a show dog, and he is a very nicely put together Basset, but he hates to show. The rule is, No Tail, No Ribbon. A basset must have his tail up in the ring, something Conley fairly often refuses to do.
But actually, THIS is what he looks like:

If he had done that four times in the ring, if he had stood like that on the ramp or even on the mat, he would be a champion now. I am of course biased, but I think he is beautiful.
And he stood like that for maybe a half a minute..looking for the Brat, and then....

There he was, Mr. Mouth. Looking semi-innocent. Across the yard. Staring back.

                                   He spots the Quarry.

And he and Llewis are off, after Conley...

 

 

                       Ooops I think I

                                        Overran the object

             Oh wait stop stop. You have a treat in that pocket?