Monday, August 5, 2013

Dog Days

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

Today we took Happy to the groomer.  Before:
After:
No one recognized her when she returned.  Sniff?
 Bark!
 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?

3 comments:

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.