Sent to me by Tater's pet health insurance company. Well, for an English Bulldog type, I guess they think he is most athletic... IDK...🤷♀️ At about 14 months old.
It was winter, the house furnace broke and was scheduled to be repaired, but Tater was cold so he had to wear warm pajamas for a couple of nights. He was not pleased, even tho I thought he looked adorable in his flannel jammies with little rocket ships on them. 😆
The hairy red frog that lives in my house.
After alot of training/socialization, Tater is not aggressive with other dogs anymore. But I still make him wear a warning sign during our leash walks because it helps notify owners of loose/unleashed dogs to not let their dogs run at Tater & myself.
8 week old Tater. He looked like an overcooked baked potato - thus, his name came into being.
10 week old Tater.
20 month old Tater at "Reactive Rover" dog training/socialization camp.
Tater at 28 months old.
Tater's sire and dam. Father is the red sable with white, in front, named Simpson Farm's Buddy. Mother is the brindle, in back, named Simpson Farm's Sissy.
A very happy Tater, at his favorite spot - Poinsett Bridge Park, South Carolina. 37 months old. The water looks like rapids in the photo, but it's actually only about a 4 inch deep creek with a large rock making the water tumble & splash at that spot.
4 years old. Guarding his backyard, or just being nosey peeking through the fence at nice neighbors... Probably both.
2021. Tater is often all about business. He doesn't like any goofing around until he's checked the premises for any potential intruders. He takes his self-appointed job quite seriously. Once quickly patrolled, then games/play may commence with abandon. Here's a photo of his patient, steely-gazed, "Mom, stop playing around until I make sure the coast is clear." 🤷♀️🤦♀️