Proud and noble, Rawley stands on the edge of the autumnal wilderness, gaze sweeping the landscape.
He sights his prey! He attacks! He destroys!
After a victory lap around the property to celebrate his epic defeat of the savage Evian bottle, he rests.
Well done, Rawley. He reminds me of my young borzoi, Sully, in his seriousness.
Posted by: sue mcg | 04 November 2011 at 10:58 PM