Sunday, July 13, 2014

Roadside salad bar

It's not often that yearling black tailed deer let Casey get up close and personal while they're snacking. This particular young doe couldn't have cared less that she was making Casey's day. She practically finished the first course of brunch before we could pull out of the parking lot.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Double vision

While finishing up a jog along the Interurban today my peripheral vision was tested momentarily as two border collies joined me on either side of my survival shuffle, and it took a second to realize that Casey was the black and white blur on my left.

The other guy was 12-year-old Tate, with basically the same markings, and enough of a beta version for Casey to take to him right away.

Tate's owner, along with her husband, is one of those special people that rescue older dogs that find themselves in tough situations after losing loved ones, and it just so happens that they're always on the lookout for Bordies. It didn't take long to see that the stars had been aligned just right for Casey's new acquaintance, and why not. Look at that smile.  

Saturday, June 28, 2014

One happy pooped pup

Unlike a lot of Border Collies, Casey will usually let you know when he's red-lined after about 10 or 15 minutes of non-stop activity, in this case Frisbeeing. One big plop, followed by a huge smile that says, "Wasn't that something? Am I special or what?" is the give-away to wrap it up. 

Or is it, "Thanks, man. We gotta do that again...real soon"?

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Baby cake stakeout

A mandatory stop on a walk through 
Marsha's Seattle neighborhood, and one of Casey's favorite stakeouts, is Verite's Cupcake Royale, arguably the best espresso joint in town.

And this smiley face isn't in anticipation of a Stomptown coffee brew, but maybe, just maybe, a chunk of Marsha's vanilla baby cake, with pink frosting. Working her over with irresitible, direct Border collie eye contact, before we head back home, ought to do it.

It won't be long now.

Child's play.