Tasha Tuesday

I had a hard time trying to get Tasha's attention for this shot. She was busily sniffing the ground, not responding to any of my pleas for her to look up. I mean, really, if you're going to be in the shot, then "be" in the shot! Finally she raised her head, but she refused to look at me directly. I could tell by her slightly annoyed expression that she was thinking, "Can't you see I'm busy?"

The strip of grass between the vines and the road is the repository for all manner of critterly calling cards. Tasha finds it irresistible.

Some days she stops every few steps for a good, leisurely sniff and a little marking of her own. Other days she ignores the smells and trots along ahead of me as if she's late for a very important date. I prefer the latter as it gets me walking at a brisk pace and that's good exercise. On the slow days, I feel like I'm standing around waiting for a bus that's never going to show up.