Our sweet Ella, American Black Dog, towards the end of her time with us. She never met a tennis ball she wouldn't chase, rarely barked and was about 90% obedient. She's been gone nearly a decade but sometimes I still half expect to hear the clicking of her nails across the floor when I open the door image
This damn tree rat looking me dead in the eye while he steals bird food and ignores the corn I laid out just for him. Little bastard.Thief. image