I can't believe I am looking at Celeste and Porter actually playing together. He adores her and wants to play. She tolerates him and distains his company. She adopted a queenly, queenly attitude, became very snotty, and Porter did what any self-respecting all-American Joe would have done: he peed on her. Her queenly attitude remained intact, but her crown is askew and a little soggy.
The country life isn't really making much of an impression on Celeste. Her major thing is that Porter is running free and taunting her to play, and she doesn't know how to respond to him without loosing her prima donna coolness. And...she doesn't know how to run. Life on a leash and inside didn't teach her to run and play like the dog she is. She's clumbsy and gangly-looking when she gallumphs around the backyard, with a short, plump Porter literally running circles around her. She was delighted, though, by the little snowstorm that shot through here earlier in the week.
A husky finally in her element.
4 comments:
Ah, it's in her genes and will all come back to her soon. They'll be best friends.
Oh how glad I am to see Celeste and seeing her run about. Looks like they have a nice yard to play in.
How sweet! I bet it feels really good to have your family all together! glad they are getting along so well!
Vicki
What a joy to see them together like that. She'll get there!
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