Meet Rudy and Shag

On Sunday I went to the flea market with my husband to wander.

Hobbling around I should say, in the cold.

Usually I do not purchase things unless they are practical or needed.
My fun is watching other people and what they buy.

Suddenly I noticed dogs that go to the markets with their people.

This Basset Hound caught my eye.
I suppose because they look so sad, low to the ground and my sister adores them. Whenever I see a hound I usually try to photograph it and send to her.

Meet Rudy...

He was strolling along at the ripe age of 12, and never missed a thing.

Not the type to sit and mosey slowly said the man holding his leash.

"Ruddy goes with me everywhere, he boasted"

I could see why, all the dog lovers (usually women) stopped to talk to Ruddy.

Rudy spent a lot of time looking behind him.

I think he thought he may of missed the deal of the day...

Then there was Shag.

He was in a puppy carrier that hung on the back of his owner.

It was so darn cute.

His head bobbling like it was on a spring.

He was curious, but happy to be safe in his bag carrier.

Some of you know I am not a dog owner, and sometimes fear dogs.

But these two had me stopping in my tracks.

I told Rudy's owner not to try and pose Rudy, I would just follow them.

And I did.

What is not to love about a white fluffy ball of fur like Shag?

He reminded me of the dog I had as a child.

A Cock a Poo, black, named Inky.

Inky never got to do what dogs do today, coming in the house, rides in the car, or even a walk.

He had a big back yard with three kids to chase around.