BFE Reporter Monday

BFE REPORTER MONDAY

"Lily with her people. Training is complete and we have learned to roll over, play dead, and give her everything she wants." Jeff Sutor

Jeff sent this picture to me over the weekend for BFE Monday. Speaking of BFE, Jeff and Carol, live in as close to a real BFE that there is. It is somewhere outside Wataga, but you can't get there from here, or there for that matter. The Sutor log home has been featured before on this blog, and it is the one place I know that can rightly be called "perfect".

But today, we focus on the hound, Lily Lu, who is showing off her skills learned in school. In fact she has just graduated and is posing for her graduation picture. I especially like the ever so dainty lifting of her left paw. Is it for effect, or is the snow cold on the pads? A lady never tells. The rakish bandana accents the red coat. Eyes forward, ears the perfect harmony between aloof and alert.

A great family picture. I would be remiss if I didn't acknowledge that Jeff and Carol lost their beloved Candy a while back. And while Candy will always be missed, she would want her companions to be happy.

Best of luck to the Sutors with their educated dog, and to Lily Lu, who is not only smart, but pretty, too. Lily, would you be interested in Spring Break in St. Petersburg?

Thanks, Jeff and Carol for the submission.

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