Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge Day Five

Thanks Elizabeth from Teandpaper.com who invited me to participate in this 5 day challenge!

The “challenge”. Post a photo each day for 5 consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction. Elizabeth’s photos are outstanding. If you haven’t visited her blog….you should! Teandpaper.com

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My dog Rascal, is just what his name implies.  A high energy Mini Aussie Shepherd, he is a charmer, and a clown.

When my boys were little, it didn’t matter where we were, if there was outside, they would find any stick and start playing.  They would play pirates, or knights, or anything that they could pretend that they were sword fighting.  They would always bring me a ‘sword’ too so that I could join in the fun.

Rascal being one of my ‘babies’ has a thing for sticks too.  He’s bringing me a stick to play fetch.

What’s funny about him, is the stick doesn’t throw as far as the frisbee, and he’ll usually out-run it.

If he doesn’t like the quality of the stick, he’ll break it and find a better one.

If he’s feeling particularly ‘rascally’ he’ll throw it for himself, and chase it.  It usually just goes straight up in the air, and lands on his head, he’ll act surprised then shake the stick in punishment.

Little boys, sticks, and playing.

 

 

For the love of a good dog, the frisbee went over the fence.

I have this high energy pooch. He’s a Mini Aussie Shepherd named Rascal. He embodies the very essence of his name, that’s for sure.

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Cute, isn’t he? He loves to run. We walk just about every day. A three mile jaunt past cow pastures, and a golf course. But his favorite past-time is catching the frisbee, folding it like a taco and shaking it wildly as he prances across the yard. I believe he would run for that Red Disk until he dropped from exhaustion.

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So we had our walk this morning, no cows out for him to chase, but a good walk as it didn’t rain on us, and it was warm enough to enjoy. A lovely humid 65 today.

After running errands, I sat down to have lunch, and I got the “eye”. The stare quickly progressed to his chin on my thigh looking up at me with the big puppy eyes wiggling his little button tail as fast as he could manage. His next move would be the “paw”. He takes one front paw, and touches my arm or leg, as if to ask “ready?”. He had me at the frantic tail wiggle. There is something about a docked tail wagging that is too cute.

So we headed outside to play some frisbee.

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It was a little windy, and the frisbee was pretty worn out from all the folding and shaking, and horror of horrors, the wind caught it and took it over the fence. It will take a ladder, to get back there to get it. It’s in the cow pasture behind our house, and the fence is an 8 footer. The dejected look I got from my pooch was epic. It might take him a few days to forgive me.