This guy has been my unwilling (and sometimes unwitting) subject for a number of years. Some border collie ... likely. Beagle ... judging from his howl. Looks a little like a golden too. Hell, I don't care where he came from. He knows my name, and marvels at why I'd want to collect his poop in a bag. Can't fault that judgment one bit.
Bring it you lovers of canine bastards.
I swear if I see one pure bread posted in here ....













It took lots of encouragement and a lot of Benny Bully's.






