Wineries must have dogs.
Probably the dirtiest dog I've ever encountered (at the Carinae winery). That didn't stop the love.
Second-dirtiest, also very pleased to be petted, at the El Cerno winery.
Cleopatra -- yes, Cleopatra -- was not actually at a winery; she, being a mountain dog, was at our lunch stop on our whirlwind "alta montana" tour of Aconcagua's environs. She's probably a whisky girl. I'm not sure if her full size is apparent here, but her head is about twice as big as mine. Marvelous.
Ooooh. Lovelovelove! I know what I'd bring home.
ReplyDeleteAnd have a great time, Marty!
Cheers,
Shelley
Ah, farm dogs. Yes, not the most washed of animals. But lovable.
ReplyDeleteCleopatra... really? Most oddly named dog since my Chesterkins... Can you imagine her being carried on one of those Egyptian chair-thingies?
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