Ariel is said to be one of the luckiest dogs in Australia, traveling [sic] in a Louis Vuitton carrier bag and wearing only Gucci collars.
My dogs run about in fields, crunch beet that’s fallen from the farm trailers and rabbit carcasses left by the shoots, sniff, pee, chase rabbits that avoided the shoots, splash in puddles, drink from the river, eat bones, meat and mixer from their own damn bowls and then sleep in front of the wood burner.
Humphrey, the labrador with the shot hips, won’t let me lift him into my truck. He throws his front legs up onto the tailgate, waits, then jumps as soon as he feel my hand on the back of his neck. Don’t even think about trying to get him in a carrier bag.
