A Morning Walk

This morning, Shauna decided that we needed to take a walk with the dogs. We started off in the neighborhood and wandered our way into Dimple Dell along Dry Creek, then under 1300 E to the side with the horse trails. I had my new phone with me and decided to snap a few […]

Well-Trained Dogs

Our dogs thrive on routine. Every morning, they get excited because they know breakfast is coming when I get out of the shower and get dressed. They do the same thing around 5PM when they know dinner is coming. Last night, I found out just how ingrained their patterns have become.
Every night before we go […]

I bet this question has been weighing heavily on you

Know what's grosser than finding that your dog has chewed up a tampon and strewn the fluffy cotton contents all over your yard?

Four-Dog Night

We had some adventures in dog-sitting over the weekend. Our friends Bobbie and Jeremy went to Disneyland with the fam and were left without a dogsitter, so we volunteered to watch their Jack Russell Terrier (Daisy) and bichon (Max). Max acted like a cat, standoffish most of the time, playing the part of […]

Our Worst Fears Realized

Despite a few isolated incidents involving stolen paper towels, our dogs have been pretty good at staying out the garbage. Well, until tonight that is…

Annabelle's spending the rest of the evening locked outside.

The peeping was a gateway drug (Or: Annabelle, the Bumlicker)

Annabelle has this incredibly adorable and funny habit of peeping on Jesse when he's in the shower. 

A couple days ago, she even got so curious what was going on in there that she JUMPED in the shower with him. She got out pretty quick and it was more funny than anything else. But this morning!! […]

New Photo Album: Our Dogs

There's a new photo album up with pictures of Annabelle and Chloe. Why don't you go check it out?

Caught in Annabelle’s most recent whirlwind of destruction:

Her own collar/chewed in half
Chloe's collar/chewed in half
More of the rug which is already near death/ripped and chewed
Several used Kleenexes/chewed and ripped to bits
A sanding disc (used) with which I sand the nasty dead skin off my feet/licked, savored and chewed to bits
Our sanity and desire to get any more puppies no matter how cute […]

My rug is not dead yet.

In fact, I think I heard it say it might go for a walk later.

Said to my rotten dog just now over breakfast:

"I'm only feeding you because it's against the law if I stop."