"Bart" is not his real name, but that's what I called him. As I walked past the gate, he stuck his head through the bars, snorting and grunting. Bart accepted all the attention I had to give.
After a minute or two of a good ear rub and words of encouragement to the imprisoned bull dog, I took this parting shot. Words could not describe the disillusionment on his face.
7 comments:
Ahhh how sad. but a handsome fellow is he. MB
He is lovely and very expressive!!
He looks so much like the dog I grew up with, same dark ear on one side and all. He does have a very expressive face. I wish I was there to give him a pat and scratch behind his ears.
Yes, Bart or perhaps Prudence. I want to feed him/her cheese.
Ships that pass in the night!
I bet he wishes you'd come back and take another photo. Bless his heart!
Oh. Love.
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