The Masked Scavenger (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} kynekh_amagire) wrote,@ 2009-06-12 17:17:00 |
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You fool! You don't know the power of Styrofoam!
Yesterday, my house was invaded by knee-high sheepdogs.
Outlaws Cobalt Gambit, AKA Coba, AKA "The Parfait", is a sweet confection of puppy that you just want to top with a cherry. In case you don't get enough of Coba onsummer_jackel's own journal, he's migrated into mine.
He mostly wandered around a lot, looking surprised at things, and I helped him learn the crucial show-dog skill of nosing into people's pockets (sorry, Jackel).
Translated from the original Smallcollie, this posture and expression means "Why the hell are you so tall?"
He comes as a bundled package with Rogue, who is the softest and silkiest sheltie who ever did shelt. She's sharpened to a distinct point in front.
Rogue believes that by horning into the foreground of every picture, she might be mistaken for Lassie. This very nearly works, except for the forced-perspective headache.
Despite his nonchalance in that photo, I believe Captain Woe actually enjoyed (or, at least, didn't object to) having the littledogs over. He even tried to initiate a game of ball with Coba (who was politely puzzled at him), which, if you knew my dog, would blow your mind. I'm so proud of my boy. Unfortunately for him, being around dainty little Shetland sheepdogs makes him look sort of coarse and unrefined, like the clunky beta model next to sleek new technology. Poor scruffy bulbous-nosed Collie 1.0.
In summary, shelties are awesome. And Jackels are pretty awesome, too, even if their taste in movies leans occasionally toward the atrocious. (Not that I'm complaining.)
Yesterday, my house was invaded by knee-high sheepdogs.
Outlaws Cobalt Gambit, AKA Coba, AKA "The Parfait", is a sweet confection of puppy that you just want to top with a cherry. In case you don't get enough of Coba on
summer_jackel's own journal, he's migrated into mine. He mostly wandered around a lot, looking surprised at things, and I helped him learn the crucial show-dog skill of nosing into people's pockets (sorry, Jackel).
Translated from the original Smallcollie, this posture and expression means "Why the hell are you so tall?"
He comes as a bundled package with Rogue, who is the softest and silkiest sheltie who ever did shelt. She's sharpened to a distinct point in front.
Rogue believes that by horning into the foreground of every picture, she might be mistaken for Lassie. This very nearly works, except for the forced-perspective headache.
Despite his nonchalance in that photo, I believe Captain Woe actually enjoyed (or, at least, didn't object to) having the littledogs over. He even tried to initiate a game of ball with Coba (who was politely puzzled at him), which, if you knew my dog, would blow your mind. I'm so proud of my boy. Unfortunately for him, being around dainty little Shetland sheepdogs makes him look sort of coarse and unrefined, like the clunky beta model next to sleek new technology. Poor scruffy bulbous-nosed Collie 1.0.
In summary, shelties are awesome. And Jackels are pretty awesome, too, even if their taste in movies leans occasionally toward the atrocious. (Not that I'm complaining.)
