Ouch!

This is McKinley Park. Chou Chou walks a mile around the park with me, or her dog walker, almost daily and sometimes twice. As we walk on the sidewalk or on the running path, I take the opportunity to do some training.

Meeting Lulu

Toffee still comes to see us. But he still doesn't want to play; Mary and I don't know why. Chou jumps around, thrilled that he is there, and he wants to hide. I feel sad about that -- as if Chou were a little child and her best friend abandoned her. 

So being a concerned mother, I looked for other friends for her.

Not Quite Bald, But Not Good

Chou Chou looks so innocent, almost angelic, and sweet. So when she turns into a regular dog, I am surprised. My finger still hurts from when she yanked it on leash last month. And now ... I can't believe she did this! 

A "Totally Briard" Evening

Just a quiet evening at home. I watched a 2006 French film, Tell No One (it has English subtitles). 

It's a wonderful movie, but that's not why I chose it: it's one of many movies with a briard in it. The dog plays a small but meaningful part in the film. ("Oui! French briards are important!")