My good friend, Jack, was outside in the garden this afternoon and, as usual, decided it was necessary to bark at unseen persons passing by his property. His noisy conduct meant he was hauled inside, where he sat ever so sweetly and innocently at my feet. I couldn’t resist taking some photos of the penitent noise maker; not so much for the expression on his face but because, in the autumnal sunshine his curls and fluff and colour blended so beautifully with the woolen rug. For a brief moment, he could almost have been a 3 D extension of the floor covering, or a little Tibetan Snow Lion (vaguely) come to life from the carpet. ( Well, those Tibetan carpets are in the other room but still…..the rug whereupon he sat does have Oriental origins.)
Although Jack is the wrong colour for a Snow Lion, I think he has a little of its spirit. Wiki tells me that the Snow Lion, a celestial animal of Tibet, symbolises fearlessness and unconditional cheerfulness.