Marley and Me

Marley is one of those dogs that one never forgets. He is the ultimate canine grump.
At first, I thought Marley hated me. He would stalk up to me, head lowered, eyes down, low pitched growl eminating from his throat.

Not knowing what to do, I petted him. The growling increased. I stopped scratching his chin thinking he didn't like it. I was rewarded by a series of demanding barks.

Then I realized that Marley's brain was wired in reverse order. He was growling to signal approval and contentment rather than aggression. His bark was to say, "Pet me more, Man!"

Now we are best buds. Sometimes, I even growl back.

Don't Tread on Me!

After a tough day at the Cemetery, Nekoe rests his hot belly on the cool bricks under the Eastern Market's Farmer's Shed.

Gavin -- The King of Cute

"I am the King of Cute!"
"There ain't NO Higher!"

"Other puppies got to call me SIRE!"

Curious Encounters with Critters

There are many curious critters in the Cemetery. BT is among my favorite. He is a Schipperke, a small Belgian breed that dates to the early 16th century. BT is blind in one eye. His human mother spends their walks giving him instructions. "Up BT!" she says he navigates the steps. "Other way BT!" she enjoins as his is about to fall into a hole. BT as a very large directional vocabularly.

Here is BT in all his glory barely restrainted in his mother's arms.
BT thinks this is his best side.
I like this photo.

While there are many pedigree dogs in the Cemetery. Mutts make up the majority of its canine population. Here is a particularly pretty girl, Calli, jumping off a mound.

The thing about dogs is that they really enjoy life to its fullest. They hold nothing back. Just look at Calli's face.