Recently took a day trip to Austria.
Whenever I travel without my dogs Ella and Louis, I stop and admire other dogs. It’s not something I can control.
Have always liked dogs. Because mine aren’t with me, I live vicariously through other dog owners. It’s a weakness.
This dog breed is Japanese.
Unlike my dogs, not that interested in other people.
His owner he loves.
Anyone else? Not so much.
I wish he’d tell me what he thought. Or what he’s thinking.
I too love all dogs and especially since I lost my beloved Amos I am always seeking contact with those belonging to other people. I often make eye contact with such dogs and I swear I mostly get a (friendly) response accompanied by a tail wag,
I meant to comment last night. I think I fell asleep. That happens.
Is it a Shiba Inu? I’m thinking yes. I like to guess things.
I’m ALWAYS looking at all the dogs. You know how there’s that cliche of motherless women being all “WANT!” about babies? That’s me and dogs. It’s much less obnoxious. Plus I win with dogs. They love me.
That sounds like it’s the right breed.
Not entirely sure.