When A Pose Isn't Really A Pose

Greetings to all! It's me, Mags! Ragnar and I took our bipeds on a spectacular walk this morning to The Top Of The World! The ground is frozen, there were a lot of other dogs out, the sky was blue, it was cold enough ... just about perfect! Here we are on the lower trail on the way out:

"Follow me, everyone!"
"OK, Mags!"

   

Gorgeous! Sure, colder would have been better, but ... you know. Anyway, when we got up to the top, I struck a pose:

Me!  Polargold's Margaret Thatcher!

   

See ... it wasn't really a "pose" pose, because I did it all on my own and Mom surprised me by snapping it. Fear not - I got a cookie anyway, just because we always get a cookie when we reach the cliff. Ragnar makes sure of it. (He has special powers.) 

I also did a lot of stalking -- I mean "tracking", since other pups had been up there:

"I smell Eau de Labrador!"

   

Mom surprised me with that shot, too. I should have charged her a Zuke's, but I was lost in the moment. 

Here's a shot of Ragnar and me back down at the bottom:

"I like the sun on my snooter, don't you, Raggi?"
"Uh ... yeah, Mags."

What a great walk!  And no posing!  Well ... no "posing" posing.  Right?

Yours sincerely,

Margaret Thatcher