Is that dog going to get me?
The Squirrel Pauses, Wonders
Tag: Airedale
Silent Sunday
Serious Airedales Pose in Christmas Sweaters
Maura tried to set up the shot. Josie and Henry were hopeful for the treats she had in her hand.
Erika was bummed when she saw the pictures and she said they weren’t smiling.
It’s true. They weren’t smiling. I’ve seen them smile. Just like getting kids to pose for the Christmas card photo. Doesn’t always turn out like you wish.
Find the Christmas Airedale
Josie at the DQ Drive-Thru Window
Just in from Ohio – Photo sent by my DIL Erika this afternoon.
Josie the Airedale was wishing it was Starbucks cause she gets a Puppycino (foam in a paper cup)
Not sure if she got a taste of the soft serve ice cream or not.
I thought it was nicely framed. Thanks Erika.
Throwback 2013
Throwback to 2013.
Trying to get that photo in the backyard with the grandkids and a puppy. Photographed by my DIL or her Mom. I can’t remember. I’m holding the baby doll in the second shot, you can see the hair. Six years sure went by fast!
Wordless Wednesday
Wordless Wednesday
What Does a Dog Think About?
What does a dog think about?
Henry and Josie, the Airedales, were in the driveway when I was getting out of my car the other morning. They looked like they were thinking deeply about something.
Here’s Henry contemplating his shadow.
A dog across the street? The weather? Breakfast?
Let the day begin.
The Airedales Sense A Trip
And they were correct. a car trip was about to begin.
The only thing is they were not going to be included on the drive from Ohio to Pittsburgh.
They saw the luggage.
They felt the excitement.
The kids were putting on shoes and coats and leaving the house. With suitcases and pillows and backpacks.
It was a trick to get them out of the car so we could be on our way today. 
Henry the Airedale Remained Unperturbed
Henry the Airedale sat serenely while Maura jumped around outside for a few minutes. She shed her coat. I had on wool socks, wool sweater, down vest and wool hat. I could hear my mother in my head, warning me about pneumonia weather or catching a chill. Maura thought that the sun being out and her running around made it an early Spring. She kept her hat on her head. Then put her coat back on. Brrrr. My hands were cold when I got inside.
Henry just sat there, taking in the fresh cool air. No “sit” or “stay”command given.
And no, I did NOT knit her hat.
