Monday, August 5, 2013

Dog Days

Did someone say "Bacon"?
 "We're sitting!"  Please...
 "See how good we are?  Bacon, please..."
Yes, they got the bacon.  ;)

Today we took Happy to the groomer.  Before:
No one recognized her when she returned.  Sniff?
 Bark! Bark!!
 Sniff?  Sniff sniff?
 Homeless seems to be making the adjustment.  Pixel?  Not so much.
 And there they are:  Homeless and Happy.
We really don't know what to do with them.  He couldn't handle her absence, yet she obviously wants to have a person of her own.  We've been feeding them for a week now...he'll run up, tail wagging, and lick your hand, but touch him?  He screams and runs off like he's been brutalized.  I spent a couple of hours trying to catch him, but just can't seem to do it.  He's pretty fast.
Last thought for the day:  Although it may seem desirable to chew up the bill for the property taxes, it's really not a good idea to act out on that inclination.
Who's the naughty dog?

You didn't even have to see the picture, you already knew, didn't you?


Barbara Sindlinger said...

Love the way you tell a story!

Quiltedtime said...

Oh my, I think we are both up to our ears in pets, Suzanne. What's with all of that?

pb said...

She is white, cute dog. You do tell a good story. Rosie looked so cute when she came back from the groomers. Something about a clean dog that makes them more attractive.