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Will any of these two be ready for the Dante’s Cup?

Nikko as Frank Farmer and Fiona as Rachel Marron starring in the remake of the Bodyguard!

Mirror Mirror on the wall who is the furriest of them all?

Mr. Banks, the ninja assassin hired by the twins was renowned in the Mott Haven dog circles for his silent but definitely terrifying allure and gaze.

He never barked without an absolute necessity to do so, and would go along, trotting alongside his humans, seemingly pushing for more grounds to conquer, even in the cold and rainy nights of the invariable winters, to the fascination and dismay of Niko, who at the first sign of the sun coming out of its hiding later than the bright hours of the accustomed spring and summer morning, retraced his universe to the confines of his bed buried under a fluffy feathered white duvet, that He formally decreed belonging to him and him only.

There cuddled with Fiona, his wife (the unicorn teddy He kidnapped from his dad’s collection of stuffed animals) He would peacefully fall asleep, first imagining moments of glory and success at the Dante’s Cup, hordes of dogs chanting and raving Nikko, Nikko after his magnificent win and the humiliation of these pâté on wheels, the very annoying twin poodles… always  followed immediately by dreams of his ever-imminent- invasion of Poland next Tuesday. 

What Nikko didn’t know is that, under the pretext of entering the Dante’s Cup and boarding at Nikko’s home for the special training program from Danté himself, Mr. Banks had been recruited by Conti and Condé, 
to -“Sabotage” did precise Conti with an emphasized affected French pronunciation on ‘sabotage’ and 
to ensure -
“ Elimination” outbid vigorously Condé, of any form of competition whatever shape, color, barking etc…

Mr. Banks, imperturbable as ever, offered no reaction to the twins' somewhat sinister request. He turned back with an air that was both nonchalant and resolute, leaving the two poodles dumbfounded!
They only assumed that He accepted the mission when noisy Nelly informed the entire park that She saw the phlegmatic Shiba Inu on fwalk with the ever loud barking Nikko that very morning

Did I do something wrong?

On the way home, the morality police agents, Banks and Nikko always stop right in front of the liquor store and wait for customers to go in and out.
😂😂😂

The offending hand shall be remanded to mandatory petting rehabilitation, under supervision of the Bichon Frisé Court of Justice.

Nikko was a smart dog. Perhaps too smart? No, there is no such thing as too smart. What Nikko had was agency. This was the reason he couldn’t win the Dante’s Cup. Although he had since learned that entering the Cup meant patiently waiting for humans to throw the ball, retrieve it, and bring it back, his buoyant nature prevented him from standing still longer than he felt necessary. He didn’t understand why he had to wait for his Dad—or any other human—to entertain him when he was in the mood to play or run right now.
He had just gotten his weekly reward: a massive, hard, milky-red chew toy laced with bacon flavor. After a few chips at it, he got bored. He slithered toward Dante and dropped the bone-shaped toy in front of him. Dante, as always, was lying under the bed. With his thick white and black fur, the ever-dark and cold spot was the perfect sanctuary to prevent the soon-to-be eighteen-year-old Pomeranian from overheating. Also, and this was probably the best argument, it provided an undeniable reprieve from Nikko and his inexhaustible energy. Dante just rolled over with a deep sigh, grumbling a muffled, vague reproach.
His next logical victim was Dad. Clic, clic, clic, clic. It was a familiar, dreadful sound that Nikko found particularly annoying. Seeing his Dad sitting up straight on the bed, eyes focused on the bright square screen, meant only one thing: playtime and attention were being stolen away from him. As the self-proclaimed King of the Toys, being denied his birthright to be attended to was simply unacceptable!
Carrying his prized possession in his mouth, Nikko wiggled his way onto Dad’s arm and lay down—immobile, but deliberately bothersome. On purpose. He knew exactly what would happen next.
"Niiikkkoooo!" Dad said, his voice laced with equal parts exasperation and amusement. "Ugh! Fine!"
Dad grabbed at the toy. Nikko faked resisting at first, but once Dad wrenched it free, the dog jumped back and assumed a defensive stance. He knew his Dad would pretend to throw the toy in a few different directions, and he tracked each feint attentively, waiting for the real release.
To his delight, the toy sailed through the air, landing somewhere behind the pillows on the couch. At that distance, it meant he would have to clear the gap from the bed to the couch and back. Calling upon all the carefully selected DNA packed tightly into his muscle memory, Nikko leapt with the graceful, athletic ease at which his breed excelled.

Aspen throwing another tantrum so He can have my sandwich

Aspen, the Bichon Frisé has a very strong will and does NOT hesitate one bit to make his demands clear!

They must be thinking “what a dumb game”

This is how I wish my parents would have woke me up back in the days 😂

It’s play-at-first-sight for Nikko and Benji who then ignore Milo the deli cat… in his own house!
I love the cat’s reaction while the 2 dogs run away together to play!

Although Nikko now lived in a forever home, he had not forgotten his old crew from the streets—in particular, the leader of the strays, Mighty.
Mighty was a beautiful mutt with hirsute blond fur who moved with an undeniable gravitas and seemed never to be annoyed by anything. He wasn’t exactly a stray dog. He lived with a human, an eccentric man who always wore bright city-worker vests and khaki pants (even during winter) and who pushed a cart full of eclectic objects he collected from the neighborhood garbage bins. His treasure formed a high pile in the cart, upon which Mighty would sit on top. Being pushed around by his dad, he looked dignified, like a king on his own moving royal throne. From time to time, Mighty would jump off the cart in an effortless, elegant motion and come greet his buddies.
Nikko had always loved Mighty. Back in the day, when he was just a puppy abandoned by his first owner, Fat Christo, Mighty had immediately welcomed him and showed him the ropes of surviving the streets in the long, dark, cold nights. Nikko, who, like all miniature pinschers, was always freezing, would snuggle with Mighty in Mighty’s dad’s tent and peacefully fall asleep.
That afternoon, Nikko saw Mighty across the street, sitting calmly next to his owner’s cart, waiting for the light to turn to cross the street.
“Mighty!!!” Nikko barked, pulling towards his old friend.
“Well, well, well, if it isn't El Colonel himself!” said Mighty jokingly, in reference to Nikko’s old street nickname. His compulsive, loud barking and his obsession with invading Poland had earned him the title of El Colonel.
Right on cue, Nelly the neighborhood meddling schnauzer popped up.
“Hey guys! Mighty… What’s up? Do you wanna know what I heard about Madame Ribbon?” Nelly asked mischievously while looking at Mighty.
Mighty grumbled indifferently. But Nikko, who never had any patience for Nelly’s gossip, interrupted her rather loudly in his usual “tactful” manner.
“Move! Now! Go away, Nelly! Gooooooo!”
“Nikko, be nice!!!” said Nikko’s dad firmly. “Nikko, be nice,” said Mighty calmly. “Nikko, be nice,” said Nelly threateningly.
Nikko, as always, took the warning as a personal challenge and barked even louder.
“Whatever,” answered Nelly, rolling her eyes. “Yo Ricky, wait! Did you hear?!” she asked, running towards another dog walking by.
“Why do you always have to be so loud, El Colonel?” asked Mighty, smiling as the two friends affectionately circled and sniffed each other.
“Can’t help it, Mighty! It’s in my nature. You know, as a Doberman, I can only be an assertive, alpha dominant dog!!”
“Oh, right!” smiled Mighty. He remembered that he never had the heart to end Nikko’s fantasy about his origins.

It’s heartbreaking to see our babies hurt or in discomfort but also sometimes rather funny!
Nikko ended stealing the bribe away.
P-S: We got the right stuff the very next day 😉

Heat from the window ray light, a cozy blanket and the world just seems to make a little more sense…

First of all, Google forced me to request help signing in on an old account. Although I passed the 2FA by confirming the codes sent to my recovery email, I am forced to wait 30 days to get a link to get into the account… I really don’t understand why! Why could I just reset the password?
The worst is that i got another email stating that if by August 25th i don’t log into the account, i loose access definitely. And clearly the 22days delay pushes me back way after 8/25th.
Is there a way to speed the link to sign in delay or to push back the loose access date ?
Thank you all

So happy to see Jojo opening up and being himself. In just one week, the nine years old who didn’t let anyone touch him, is now the most outgoing pup who loves winning at every game!

Every day Jojo administers me several on site tests performance on various parts of my job description, petting, playing fetch, going to the dog park etc…