It's been a busy couple of days here at Chez Heeler. I have been busy breaking in my new gentleman caller, Rocky, and instructing him in the ways of the world. He has much to learn, but we have been enjoying each other's company.
That salt and pepper coat... Those brown eyes... That intelligence... Dare I make a comparison here?
Aren't they both lovely? Despite all that is wrong with the world, one has only to look at either face to see that there is hope left for dog and humankind. It does seem like Rocky is becoming more hopeful and less anxious about life, although J and I discovered on Sunday that Rocky fears men and growls at them. Most of the literature points to a lack of socialization and not abuse at the hands of a male, but J suspects that he was forced to watch Huckabee campaign ads or sees the face of Scalia, Thomas, Roberts, and/or Alito superimposed on the heads of the human men he encounters. If only it were the face of his human doppelganger, George Clooney! Then Rocky would surely be more trusting... Since B is in Europe for two more weeks I hope to help J in her quest to show him that not all men are bad or misguided or strict constructionists. He's not aggressive, just a bit fearful so we are hopeful things will turn around. Paws crossed, because we think he's great.
Some shots from the weekend...
In order to please me, he must learn to please himself...
Isn't he photogenic in this next one? I can never smile for pictures, myself. Maybe he's just pleased about his accomplishments in the previous photo.
2 comments:
He is very houndsome. Speaking as (what's left of me) as a male, when I walk with another dog it brings out the beast in me. And I growl more. Maybe it's chivalry on Rocky's part when he's walking with you. Or maybe he turns into a jealous insecure maniac like me, when I'm with Arrow.
Deefor
You lucky, lucky bitch. Oh so handsome.
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