Sunday, April 06, 2014

One Man and His Dog (and Dog Purse)


Went to Fredericksburg with the wife yesterday, with the idea of stopping at some antique places.

My wife has figured out a way to get her Italian Greyhound into all kinds of places (including antique stores) by simply putting it in what we terrier folk might call a terrier bag (once used by the mounted hunts to carry terriers on saddle).

Of course, after a few hours the bag moved over to me.  Marley likes the bag -- he gets to stay warm, gets lots of attention, is very secure, and of course he can see all kinds of stuff riding high in the air.  Look how well I have trained my human, he tells the other dogs.
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