He's a yellow dog with a curvy tail and big triangular ears. Name? DINGO! What else?
Ray and Berta have spent a lot of time training Dingo and Quinny to stay home, and by and large they do. I don't think I've ever seen them in any other yards except mine (I'm the Dog Treat Person) and Jamie's (where 3 other dogs live).
They did such a good training job that for about a year Dingo was scared to death of everyone else, but he's super confident now, perhaps because I'm the Dog Treat Person. This afternoon Dingo decided to come for a visit. We played: I make threatening noises and he rips and tears around the yard; then he flops on the ground for Tummy-Rubbing Time.
It's very hard to get a picture of this dog. If he looks you in the eye, he wants to be in your lap. Mostly he looks elsewhere.
It's very hard to get a picture of this dog. If he looks you in the eye, he wants to be in your lap. Mostly he looks elsewhere.
I can't get a picture of Dingo handing me his paw because I can't take his paw, give him a treat, and take a picture all at the same time, with only two hands. I can't take a picture of a smiling Dingo showing the charcoal gray spots on his tongue, because he moves too quickly. I can't get a picture of Full Alert Dingo (ears forward, tail erect and curved, all four feet well-planted) because when Dingo is on Full Alert I'm getting Ernie out of his way.
But I finally got a nice "portrait" of the Cutest Dog in Vermont.
Forgive the little white stuff that looks attached to his neck. That's a stray scrap of paper in the grass.
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