Puppy Pile
No sooner had I gotten back to the States than friend Maggie left town. She took off to Alaska, and I got the beagles for a dozen days.They have the run of the whole back wing of the house, up and down stairs, but if I'm at my desk, which is most of the time that I'm awake, they're in a puppy pile at my feet. Well, on my feet. I extricated myself long enough to take this picture. Can you say "albatross"?
posted by Cicily Corbett | 3:03 AM
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This is a picture of pure devotion. You are so loved.
I'm reminded of a three-dog cartoon in The New Yorker's caption contest.
There is no human in the drawing, just the three dogs. One, in the background, is standing onhis hind legs and about to hurl a stick with his right front paw -- presumably so he can go 'fetch' it.
One of the two more normally-posed dogs in the foreground is speaking to the other.
I was thinking of entering my own candidate for caption there, something along the lines of, "Look who thinks he's so evolved!"
But the winning entry, announced in today's TNY, reads: "He's his own best friend."
Congrats to Jennifer Iverson, of Santa Ynez, California, for that caption.
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