"Well, that's the kind of mistake you really only make once," John said as Molly's full bowl of kibble flew from the top of her crate - where he had set it momentarily - and clattered and scattered across the living room floor. One of many messes to clean up from the last 72 hours... Because the weather has been so nice (I feel super guilty saying that to all of you who are snowed in to
Happy birthday to my “doggy daddy”
You help me stage photoshoots (like this and this). You listen to me talk about other bloggers' dogs as if they were close personal friends of ours. You talk me down from the ledge whenever one of our boys has something drastically wrong... like the hiccups. You barely roll your eyes every time I want to buy them a present, which is every time we're in any store anywhere ever. You
Meet Teddy!
No, Teddy isn't another feline addition to the household. Instead, Teddy belongs to the feline member of the household. Back when John and Newt first became roomies, the pet sitters brought Newt this little teddy bear. She loves him. It's the funniest thing because he's almost as big as she is, but she drags him all around the house and leaves him places... like, on the
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend!
Partying, partying... yeah! Fun, fun, fun fun. (I'm sorry. I seriously get this song stuck in my head every Friday. Gah. If it's stuck in your head now, I apologize, but at least I'm not alone.) I feel like such an old lady saying this, but... sigh... I hurt my back. It happened around Tuesday, and I totally ignored it at first because it wasn't that bad. Then, on Wednesday I took Coop and
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