Nope. Not Luther. Luther had company. That's Lilli! Here they are together. You'll see the difference readily. Lilli's the blonde. . . .
Luther likes blondes.
Here's Lilli and wee Eron. I like to call him Enron. Too many business ethics case studies, I imagine.
He's a perpetual motion machine. Oh - and a barker! He doesn't much like Luther. Not yet, anyway. He's leery of him, so he barks. Luther gives him his space, so you won't see any pictures of the two of them together. By the end of the day, they were [mostly] peaceably co-existing. In separate spheres of influence. Enron's a cutie, isn't he? I'm thinking he'll eventually grow into his head [and feet] - right now it looks like a full-grown shepherd's head has been photoshopped onto a puppy body. Here's Lilli again. With her ball. And here again. . . . with her ball. And yet again! with the ball [far right]. . . . Enron [front & center] getting a lesson from daughter-in-law Susann.
And finally, with Luther: "If you don't put that ball down. . . . ." "Hah! Ya gotta catch me, first!"
And now, a bit of a repast. Slainte!
Luther spent the next day in bed. Exhausted.