Usually Tobie is content to nap for a couple of hours after his long morning walkie. Since it has unexpectedly turned rainy in the afternoons I intended to take advantage of that to sneak off and get some ammo reloading done: I just about finished off the last of my lead-bullet reloads yesterday, and need a lot of practicing with the newly revised revolver.
But Tobie, for whatever reason, decided that naps weren’t his thing at all. In fact, he was most anxious that we should go off together and do something interesting. His method of imparting this desire is really quite subtle. You might miss it, if you don’t know him.
So I figured what the heck: He’s been spending a lot of time at Ian’s lately since I shower there just about daily, so he ought to be all right while I sneak off to the reloading shack in the back of the powershed. But Tobie…
…was just in a clingy mood this morning. Don’t know why. Maybe it’s the recent thunder, though he didn’t seem very upset by it at the time.
Whatever: It turned out I didn’t have enough sized and primed cases for my purpose, so I moved the priming operation into Ian’s Cave to keep him company for half an hour till he settled down…
…and then I snuck off to make some practice ammo.
He’s my boy. He doesn’t always get his way, but he does get a vote.
I don’t have anything to add or ask, just want to say that I love this!
That picture of Toby is the best. I have a Great Dane that will shove his head under your leg or arm like that to get attention. It’s only occasionally annoying, and mostly entirely endearing. That dog is 150 pounds, tall, lean as all get out, and muscled like Arnold on leg day, but he’s the most insecure, neurotic mess and he constantly needs reassurance that he is, indeed, a GOODBOY and he will demand said reassurance if it is not forthcoming.
The Queen’s corgis are better with airplane steps than Brandon is:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mMvnG6ze_xs&ab_channel=DailyMail