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Monday Pet Day













































I have Wally, Paul's Border Collie, 100% for a week as Paul is out-of-state, so I got to take more pictures of him. We have this new water fountain that he would not get near off for the first day I have him. My daughter wanted to get him a separate bowl so he could drink.

"He will die of thirst, mom."

"No, he won't."

Soon enough, I caught him putting his head down, gulp, gulp, gulp he went for a long time. He was thirsty all right.

Enough shots with Wally, so I called brown Velvet for a picture, and girl, she came so closely. LOL.

Happy Monday you all.

Comments

  1. Wally is a handsome dude! Poor Velvet, you called her over and not knowing better, she came closer than expected.

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  2. We haven't had a pup in the house for quite sometime. That may be changing soon. Have a blessed day.

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  3. That close up made me laugh, and love the way Wally is guarding the ball LOL

    Have a tanfastic day :-)

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  4. Awww, I love dogs, and border collies are ever so smart.

    Have a woof woof Awww Monday. ☺

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  5. what a wonderful pair ! Love these dogs!

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