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?