It was a lovely sunny morning in the park as I was gearing up for a pow wow with the Big Dogs.
(Gail tells me I am not a Big Dog and never will be, but she cannot see inside my mind.)
My first encounter was with this fine fellow. I didn't catch his name but I can tell you he is gentle and has enviably long legs. I think he is quite a bit older than me and I am gradually learning that some senior dogs, although friendly, have limited appetite for playing with young pups. Especially if those puppies are hyperactive WFTs!
So onto the next Big Dog. He is called Zeus. We see him in the park quite often and Gail always admires his handsomeness.
Zeus is a Russian Black Terrier. It might be that he is embarrassed about being Russian just now, and is sporting an ever so slightly effeminate top knot not just to keep his furs out of his eyes but also to counteract any suspicion of aggressive Putinesque tendencies...
In fact, Zeus is a Good Sport and not aggressive at all. (And not Russian in anything but breed name.)
