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The Daddy says I’m special
Daddy put a new bit of bling on my fancy Collar my World collar.
Can you see it?
It says ‘Special Police’ on it!
Does this mean I am a police dog now?
Watching wolves on TV …
Yesterday, The Curmudgeon was watching a program on wolves.
It caught Lucy’s Attention.
BARK!!!
Bark, bark, bark…
Dad, are you seeing this?!
I can hear them howling!!!
Pictures to make you smile
Lucy helping Daddy put the carrier for the cart together.
Gavin getting some Daddy time.
I think he’s enjoying it.
Hehehehe!
4th of July war zone
Honestly, I can do without all the fireworks. They began before June. Yesterday they started in the afternoon and continued all night. For a city where it is illegal to set off fireworks we certainly did have a lot of big stuff going off.
I pity the pets. I pity people like The Curmudgeon who go to bed early and had such a total disruption of their night.
I might have been a jolly participant in the festivities if they hadn’t scared our rescue dog Lucy and given me one hell of headache. Yes, it was that much and that loud in our neighborhood. There was no getting away from them. I had to hold Lucy in my lap all night.
I wish the police could enforce the law but with so many people setting them off it is impossible for them to do it.
If I’m lucky my headache will leave before I wake up. If I can get to sleep.
You all have a good one.
It’s a dog’s life
It’s all about a nice stretch out on the rug….
And a snuggle with Dad…
Privacy please!!!! No pupparatzi!
A clean bill of health
Waiting for her name to be called.
Still waiting…
Charming the reception staff
So cute!
She gave kisses to everyone she met
Waiting in the exam room
This is where her big brother will hide under the chairs
What is under there?
She even snooped in a drawer the tech opened.
Ready for my exam!
You had to violate my starfishie, really?!
Mending the shattered heart
As each dog left our lives we cried and mourned and felt as though our hearts, shattered to bits, would never recover. However, hearts are resilient if you allow them to be.
You allow another fur baby to burrow into your heart and glue the shattered pieces back where they belong. Each one is different and brings a new joy. If you shy away from ‘ever having another one’ you don’t give your heart the healing it needs.
If you’ve recently lost a beloved fur baby, take heart, there’s always another one who needs you as much (or more) as you need it. Let someone in your heart to glue it back together.
Our little heart mender
Her big brudder.
You gonna eat that?
What is that?
Am I gonna like it?
We is having a snuggle you may leave us alone.
A little privacy please.
Oh my! Talk about giving someone the stink eye.
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