Last Sunday, I visited a friend who has four Jack Russells under one roof. There’s Honey, the fluffiest one.
This is Poppy, the smallest one.
This is Stan, the grumpiest one.
And finally, this is Ollie, the oddest one.
We took them all outside and into the garden one-by-one. First up, was Honey.
She knew how to pose.
Next up was Ollie.
He was another real poser.
He reminded me of Ben a little.
Next up was Stan. He has a problem with cameras, because for some reason, he puts his ears flat against his head when he sees one. Treats and a few weird noises soon put that right, as you can see.
That photo made me happy.
Last, but not least, was Poppy. She had no trouble sitting and lookin’ good.
Except, she soon got bored and wandered off.
Because of the lack of dog, I decided to take some photos of something else – meet the family Guinea pigs, T.C.
These “tasty” morsels rekindled Poppy’s interest.
Soon, the whole pack was in on it.
Food? Is that food? Does it have legs? Food? Food? Is it? Is it? Can we have some?