Great Pyrenees

…that I am not, I was pleased to find an facebook message invite from S to meet at the cemetery and let the dogs play.  You want me and my dog to come?  I’ll so be there!
 
I only took Lily because Gracie and Mini get cold and want to go home too soon. 

S’s Dash, a min pin mix, is quite playful and likes to fetch.  Lily is not a fetcher, but she does love to play tug-o-war!

Anyway!

S is here to do a clerk position with a local judge.  She and her fiance (another "E") are staying with his parents while they get this year under their belts with local jobs (I think he may be an engineer) but they hope to settle in D.C. someday.  And it just so happens that these parents live nearby — we kinda met up through E’s mother.

S had told me that her E was hoping to get a Great Pyrenees someday.  It turns out his grandfather had one when E was just a boy and he has happy memories of playing with that Pyr.

And the point is — I may have talked his ear off this afternoon with all kinds of Pyr info. 

Lily was her usual shy self and would never get close enough to let S & E pet her.  Not even when they tried to tempt her with the cookies I’d brought along.  Oh, she’d approach them, but as soon as they would make a move to pet her she’d back off.

I swear, sometimes Lily looks like she is laughing at you for trying to pet her!

Still, I can’t blame anyone for trying:

 Who wouldn’t want to get their hands into that gorgeous warm coat!

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