It’s a miracle!
Hili: Hurry up, it’s raining.
A: So, run to the verandah.
Hili: I can’t very well leave Cyrus alone here.
In Polish:
Hili: Pospiesz się, bo deszcz pada.
Ja: To biegnij na werandę.
Hili: Przecież nie zostawię tu Cyrusa samego.
BONUS HILI PHOTO (NSFW!): Make your own dialogue!
Awww, that’s cute, they’ve made friends!
Yay! Glad there are more photos of them interacting!
Hili: What are you doing Cyrus?
Cyrus: This is how I find out what you are?
Hili: What am I?
Cyrus: Haven’t the faintest, but not unpleasant.
I often wonder what dogs must make of the serious lack of anal glands that they are trying to locate in whatever non-canine mammal is willing to let them investigate their nether regions. Especially with their highly developed sense of smell.
Crikey. 😮
Leaving aside the “Just So” story about the D*gs post-creation party, and why they indulge in bum-sniffing, I wonder what the sniffee makes of it? I suspect that, for mammals at least, a degree of bemusement goes with vague memories of maternal bum-cleaning.
Cue Freud!
(Is that any better than a Freudian Slit?)
Oh, my!
b&
Cyrus: Hili, you smell good enough for me to confer upon you the title of “Honarary Dog, second class.”
Jerry, I’m looking forward to extensive Hili/Cyrus field observations during your upcoming visit.
“Getting to nose you,
getting to nose all about you…”
Variation on an old song.
That is a big long hedge in the background – who gets to cut that?!