Mr. Music’s dog deserves his own post. A border terrier, he possesses a very pronounced personality, he’s smarter than most people, and PRETTY. His coat is such a subtle combination of every colour from cream to dark cloud gray that I could stare at it for hours. When I walked into the apartment (a masterpiece of restrained visual energy, complete with an OMG afghan his mother knitted and some half finished half mannequins which are decorated with everything from decoupage to glued on jewels – one of them has a compartment carved out of her tummy which has a toy violin in it) all I could see were the balls. There are like a hundred tennis balls in the apartment; Scamp can’t seem to make up his mind which one he likes best.
He still has his puppy dog bed and refuses to sleep in anything else (except when he sleeps on his master’s bed of COURSE) and when he crashed out briefly (border terriers are ENERGETIC creatures) with his head hanging out he was so cute I got all squirmy.
Border terrier (at least the Wiki pic) looks a lot like my Curly dog, the colour and definitions of the coat. Curly was smaller, had a different tail, face, and proportions
Scamp is quite a bit more substantial than Curly – broader and more muscular. He’s much like a big dog trapped in a small dog’s body. He certainly doesn’t fear man nor beast, and has zero head for traffic.
BTW, zero head for traffic foundling Buster, adopted by Andrew and Dunay, when you were here for a visit, is now also resting peacefully beneath the pines. Addison’s for the last 2 years and then a hasty demise. I just realized a picture of me washing a dog was Buster, not Cody.
Addison’s is not fun.