Here's our furry friend Padfoot, playing in the snow a week or so ago. He's looking at me like that because he really doesn't understand why I won't let him chase the people walking down the street. He looks at me like this a lot.
We love Padfoot and are so glad to have him in our family. I adore that lovely black snout, but even I have to admit that he's dumb as bricks.
One of the reasons my husband agreed to getting a dog was to give me a sense of security while home alone. You know, a little barking at strange noises to make me feel a bit safer. Well I can say with complete certainty that if ever the recycling bin, Professor Dumbledore, Japanese ghosts, Vincent Van Gogh, Christmas angels, tin men, blue road signs or moose antlers ever decide to break in, Paddy will bark like a trooper... otherwise I'm probably on my own.
Ah well. Good thing he's so damned cuddly.
