working dogs

Our dog, Appa, will pull me down an icy slope in the morning when it’s still too dark to see what I’m careening into, down towards the garden where he will spend the day after a long, cold night spent in the laundry area on the porch.

He’s a big Great Pyrenees….almost too big….almost too strong.

It’s hard to hold him back.

I imagine that he could pull a sled all by himself….if he thought that it was his idea.

Look at all the dogs in this video!

That’s a lot of dogs.

I’m glad that I only have to worry about trying to control Appa.

It would be hard to keep my feet on solid ground if I was holding back 50 dogs.

I don’t think that Appa is really a working dog, anyway….unless eating and digging and chewing up all our stuff is a job.

Maybe that’s his avocation?

Who knows? He’s a dog….that’s what dogs do.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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