Tired Roza

As I mentioned in my earlier post about the tazi puppies' first time in the field, they were quite beat by the time we needed to head back to the trucks and got carried back the last little way.

Some of us had security blankets when we were little. Roza has a securty chair, that apparently served as a refuge from the rough-and-tumble puppy scrum of her siblings and cousins at the Bodio's. She immediately plopped there for a nap. When Connie and Libby stopped to pet her in the chair, she growled at them a little, afraid they were going to interrupt her rest. Larissa was racked out in the kennel to the left in this photo.

BTW, look at the size of her feet. She's going to be tall and lanky like her mother.