Wrigley (a male, 1 year old super fluffy goldendoodle) is not the shy and retiring sort. Definitely not the sort of dog who has any trouble making his needs known. Autumn and I ran into him outside a store, and we spent so long petting him that his owner had enough time to come outside and watch in amusement for a while before we noticed. Well, it’s pretty clear where our priorities are, since we wear them on our sleeves. Along with all the dog hair.
And yes, Wrigley is. Very.
I got eight good pictures of Autumn and Wrigley. Autumn’s eyes were closed in every single one.
You have to find just the right spot to get the leg going.
I love the little glint of a fang.