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Playing with doggies again! The playful ones!


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Dogs guarding the house, so keep out!!! ;-)

Dog walker "enjoying" another snow fall in Fort Tryon Park in New York City.

Nothing better than running after a good swim

oops I lost my toy...

Sled dog team at the Polar Adventure : Méaudre, Isere, France


This sport takes back ancestral traditions which allowed the Inuits to survive in the big Arctic deserts and represent the link with the nature.

The sled dog racing is subdivided into several categories according to the number of dogs harnessed and in three subcategories according to the breed of dogs harnessed.

Indeed, the faster Siberian Husky compete in a separate category, the other three breeds : Alaskan Malamute, Samoyed and Greenland dog run in the same category, while the so-called "Nordic type" dogs participate in their own category.



Well, not really.


It's been a while since I've textured anything up. So here it is for better or worse. The texture is my own.


I was gathering up winter straw for the dogs and Sandy and Musky were chasing the ducks as they prepared for their migrations. I assure you, no waterfowl were hurt in the making of this photograph.

A lone dog walker with a Belgian Shepherd shot in the setting sun at Villerville on the Normandy coast.


Villerville is a picturesque village which has been used historically as a movie location, notably for 'Un singe en hiver' / 'A Monkey in Winter', a 1962 French comedy film directed by Henri Verneuil. It’s based on the novel 'A Monkey in Winter' by Antoine Blondin. Villerville celebrated the film's 50th anniversary with many events from 30 June to 20 October 2012 and posters and publicity from the event were still in evidence in the summer of 2017. Google it if you're curious.


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Tired after playing catch the ball in the garden.

Hmm, I need a haircut, but it is still cold outside

Are you looking at me!

Resting in the sun

Please throw my toy away

My dog Sina told me that our daily walk is NOT only for photographing ... :stuck_out_tongue_winking_eye:


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Seems happy to be there . . .

In the woods at dawn

To warm outside, trying to get some cooling in the shades

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All the photos I've made are fun, a hobby that I have to take and photograph

Every morning when the tide is out there are lots of dogs having fun on the beach, they have a great time

Diesel says: "Put those teeth away, Miss Shelby !" - Poughkeepsie, NY

This is our greyhound, Bonnie. She is now an older dog and feels the cold. Also she is not averse to being totally spoilt. I liked the colours in this photograph, the heap of blanket and the feeling of bliss.

Walking with our dog, bit dirty, lucky he enjoys having a shower

Damn hot, can't walk anymore, wait a sec....

Near to Dunakeszi, Hungary, 2017

shake it baby, shake'n da teal

A street dog close to the Galata Tower in Istanbul.

The good dog sat on the porch in the shade, waiting for his master. The master had sat him down and told him to Stay, and he knew from hard experience that Stay was very serious. A dog told to stay did exactly that, and nothing else. Until the master came back to release him.


Morning turned to midday and sun lit up the dog’s corner of the porch. All through the afternoon, the heat got more and more intense.


The good dog panted. Burned in the sun. Thought about water; tried not to think about it. Went to that empty private place in his mind where dogs sometimes go when they have to do a lot of waiting.


Through the afternoon, the dog looked with longing at the shade on the other side of the porch. But he did not go to it. Stay meant stay.


By evening, the sun’s rays were longer and less intense. Hunger gripped the dog’s belly. His mouth and tongue were raw from panting. But… good dog that he was, he stayed.


His heart leapt, and he could almost taste cool water, when he heard someone coming up the stairs.


But he knew almost instantly that it was not his master. The footfalls were too light; the smell was all wrong.


It was a woman. She gasped a little gasp when she saw the dog. Said hello, with some trepidation. Held out her hand for him to sniff, which he did.


She kneeled down in front of him, saw that he was in distress, and went inside the cool dark house.


At the door she turned to him and said, “Come on!”


But he was a good dog, and he’d been told to stay.


The woman brought out a big bowl of water and some leftover chicken from the night before. She put them on the porch in front of the dog and urged him to eat and drink.


He did neither. He’d been told to stay. And he knew the “food and water” trick. The master had taught him that one well.


No matter how thirsty, how hungry, how fatigued, how hot or cold the dog became… he could do nothing – would do nothing – till the master gave the word.


The woman went back into the house and called the newspaper. Placed an ad in the lost and found. Returned to the porch with her digital camera. Took pictures of the dog that she could use on flyers around the neighbourhood.


Three or four times as the evening wore on she came to the porch to check on him. And each time, there he was… sitting in the same spot, the food and water apparently untouched.


She got up several times during the night to check on him, and found the same.


Morning came. The dog had drifted off to sleep at some point, but was now awake… still sitting, still waiting in the corner of the porch.


He was tempted by the water. Oh, so tempted. And the chicken was the best thing he’d ever smelled. But he knew from hard experience that taking even one lap or bite could cost him dearly.


His bowels and bladder strained. But he knew – also from hard experience – that he dare not allow them to evacuate. Stay meant Stay. It meant Do Not Move a Muscle. It meant Do Absolutely Nothing Till I Say So.


The woman came out with her breakfast and ate on the steps a few feet away from the dog. She made some gentle, concerned noises. She touched the top of his head and he allowed her, but he shrank back into himself when she tried to scratch behind his ears.


The next time she came out of the house, she was on her way to work… a stack of flyers with the dog’s photo sitting on top of her papers and folders.


The dog heard her footsteps go away down the stairs, and closed his eyes, and tried not to think.


The dog passed another day on the porch. And another night. And the woman worried. No one called. No one came to claim the dog. And… since he was a good dog, and had been told to stay, he stayed.


By the third day, he had trouble sitting up. His vision was blurred. He choked with thirst. But still he would not touch the water.


On the fourth day, the woman came out of the house and found him stiff and cold and lifeless. And cried. Because it’s always sad when the world loses a good dog.


“Dogs got personality. Personality goes a long way.”

—Quentin Tarantino


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