We went to Gippsland for the Queen’s Birthday three-day weekend. Did you go? Funny, I didn’t see you there. I did see a Big Dog there:
I ONLY HAS A PLASTIC BOTTLE TO LOVE
Honest to god, how big is that dog? 42 kilos, to be exact. He is eating like a sumo wrestler, but at least you can see where the food is going. I haven’t had a puppy before and I have been shocked, SHOCKED at how much he eats. When he’s an adult he will eat about half of his current intake; I feel like I’m trying to keep a teenager in Weetbix.
Anyway, apart from chewing on bottles, we did a bit of motorbike riding. Hard-core motorbike riding. Wait, that should be in caps: HARD-CORE motorbike riding. Also to be said with that echo boom voice. Oh yes. Exhibit A below:
I’m not sure what my favourite thing about this photo is: the delight of Mr. T in wresting this bike from a six year old, or said forlorn six year old in the background. What goes around comes around, and (unsurprisingly) Mr. T cracked his knee on the handlebars very soon afterwards. Hey, at least he didn’t ride it into the dam.
Than is a prize winning photo!
Don’t say that, then I can’t justify buying another lens! ;)
That photo really is awesome. And your dog… YOUR DOG! Is he really a dog? He looks like some kind of mythical dog-like creature (of the extra large variety). Maybe he is a cousin to Falcor the Luck Dragon and soon you will get to fly away with him.
That makes me Atreyu. I approve this comment.
I work with a woman who weighs less than that.
Really? Does she want a dog? I can cut a bit off mine.
That is the same Brown Puppy as in earlier pictures??
Got-dam; Zowie; and Zaz. It’s like watching a human teenager. Gad. He’s lovely, but bugger is he big!
He is fulfilling his potential to become a wonderful rug. I mean, everyone has a cow hide these days, I wanted something DIFFERENT.
Well, growing is hungry work! I always know when a child is growing in this house by the weetbix (or nutrigrain) consumption.
Awesome pic of the bike-thief. Hope his knee is okay now.
Yep, it’s like he’s eating 7 meals a day and looking for more. MOAR!
My goodness he has grown! I bet Evie would be really scared of him! I forget what breed he is again… is he being shown or is he just loved to bits in the house?
I fricking love your goggy.