Chipmunk To Go

Is this taken?

Chipmunk to Go

Getting a whiff.

Chipmunk To Go

Kiko studied the unknown person.

Chipmunk To Go

Stranger worked on door.

Septemberish

The air had a chill in the morning. For those who were tired of hot weather, relief was on the way. The gardens were overgrown, and rodents of one sort or another teased the dogs with promises of excitement and raw meat. It was Minnesota, where cold weather got so cold they promoted it as a healthy element of life. Basenjis had begun to shiver as they sprouted a heavier coat. Soon the geese would pack up and head south. Otherwise, things were swell.

Septemberish

Heading toward fall.

Septemberish

Something's up there.

Septemberish

Kiko's jungle.

Septemberish

Poking around.

Septemberish

Watching Milla's back.

Septemberish

The three step lair.

Septemberish

September morning.

Septemberish

Basenji nuzzling.

Septemberish

Looking, and hoping.

Septemberish

Kiko and his shadow.

Septemberish

Late summer in the yard.

Septemberish

The long neck assisted creep.

Septemberish

The Milla creep.

Septemberish

Cheek to cheek.

Pariah Dogs

It had become a chore to get the pack off the kitchen stoop. It was the default lair from which they could only be moved by a squirrel of chipmunk. A tasty vole would move them, but nobody liked to admit taking the trouble to catch a vole. Finding different ways to compose the stoop in a photograph was becoming a challenge. Still, it was a test of ingenuity. September was wonderful.

Pariah Dogs

Milla's matching walk.

Pariah Dogs

Whatta hunter.

Pariah Dogs

It could come out either end.

Pariah Dogs

Neither Basenji nor chipmunk could resist the downspout.

Pariah Dogs

Sometimes all three worked together.

Pariah Dogs

Sometimes two attack one end.

Pariah Dogs

Bosco looking for a chipmunk.

Pariah Dogs

Sometimes chipmunks hide in the downspout.

Pariah Dogs

Quiet, we're hunting chipmunks.

Pariah Dogs

"Silly boy!"

Pariah Dogs

When in doubt, stand up and beg.

Pariah Dogs

Grrrrl power.

Pariah Dogs

Bee hunting with his nose.

Pariah Dogs

The default lair.

Pariah Dogs

Between naps.

Spiked Pop

Shade with sunny holes burned through it. It was August in Minnesota. The pack met people this past week. A couple people came over during the day, besides the people Dawn met on the "walkie." Bosco was suspicious, but being the man-dog he had responsibilities. Kiko and Milla wanted to lick the new person, which was usually taken as "kissing." Actually, they wanted to know how a stranger tasted in case they were forced to eat them later.

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Collision on the field.

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Get him.

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Study in Basenji.

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Deep in the black eyed susans.

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Being cuteful.

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Kiko said his new harness really sucked.

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The guys.

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Just a taste.

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Gary, Kiko, and Bosco.

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Milla's killer molars.

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A variety of responses.

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Milla took Fred's right foot.

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Kiko sniffed Fred's left foot.

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Fred viewed the gutters.