November Six Word Photo Story Challenge: “Collecting Smiles!” — PupperJack is very pleased with himself And when PupperJack is pleased with himself, everyone else is pleased with themselves because PupperJack’s smiles are infectious. He was pleased with himself on this particular occasion because one of his favourite people was visiting, and PupperJack had him pinned down just where he wanted him.

Things on walls; I’m a bit hopeless at jig-saws; PupperJack is startled by an intruder — I have mentioned before the habit in my neighbourhood of leaving things we don’t want on our garden wall for anyone to take if they want it. All kinds of things appear. On one of our daily rambles PupperJack and I passed a wonderful jardiniere — a plant pot cover…

‘Twilight on Snow’ — painting by Susan Alison — ‘*Winter Twilight’ Along the wintry skyline, Crowning the rocky crest, Stands the bare screen of hardwood trees Against the saffron west, — Its gray and purple network Of branching tracery Outspread upon the lucent air, Like weed within the sea. The scarlet robe of autumn Renounced and put away, The mystic Earth is fairer…

“They looked starved half to death” — They looked starved half to death. Keith growled under his breath: “How can they look so happy when their lives are so obviously crappy?”

Visiting shades of Mooch the Pooch — They’d been besties since they were pups weathered life together, with all its ups and downs, smiles and frowns. How grateful he was to be given this brief moment of livin’ with his old friend again – it was just like it was then – like having his friend back, before life went black…

PupperJack appears to Keith the Corgi — A piercing yap startled him: “I’ll share your collection with you!” “Arghh!” Keith yelped, dropping a bone, from which a fragment flew. “Now look what you’ve done!” Keith howled. “You’ve broken it in two!” He whipped around to make the culprit atone, And yelled: “You’ve ruined this precious buffalo bone!” A strange-looking creature that appeared to be part-terrier, part-butterfly, flattened itself to…

“… somedog of substance — not Fido or Stinky Smith …” — He’d been born Ebenezer Fluffbutt, but after that fateful night when he’d chosen flight over fight – he couldn’t be the same mutt. He turned all mirrors to the wall – they made him feel small when he caught sight of himself in the light. He spent a lot of…

The spooky end of October … — Autumn-colour leaves surround a wonderfully mysterious door to Dog knows where …