First Date

Buddy and I went on our first OFFICIAL date on Saturday. First we spent some quality time together at Day Care. And by quality I mean that we both got into trouble and were put together in one of the kennels. (It was our plan to misbehave at the same time, silly). Then we walked over to get coffee (well, the humans got coffee, we just sort of hung out together). A lot of people turned their heads to look at the two of us. I wonder why. It's not because we're totally different or anything, is it?...



Here I am licking my lips for some reason. Probably because Buddy is a good kisser. Oops, did I say that out loud?:

Upstairs, Downstairs

Since the bed is too high for me to get up and down on easily (wait, actually I'm part jack russell so I can totally jump it, I just prefer not to), I have these great padded doggie stairs that I go up and down on. The problem is, when there's just a teeny bit of sunshine, and it's on the stairs, I have to try to find a funny position to lay in. I think I did a pretty good job, no?

Dogpile

I know it's not the best photo of all of us, but you try and take a picture of three dogs with cute expressions on their faces and everyone's eyes open! I had a visit from my friends Daphne (next to me) and Monty (on the right) this week. We played a lot but then all decided to rest on the couch together. Imagine me, sleeping? While I have friend over? I know, who would have thought, right?

Old Friends

Guess who came over this weekend???? One of my very first friends, Reggie. I was coming back from a walk and there in the distance he was waiting for me at my house. I couldn't believe it was really him! We haven't seen each other in a long time. He stayed until later that night, and we even rode in the car together to get pizza. Unfortunately, the pizza wasn't for us. I don't think Reggie was in much of a playing mood, because I brought him every toy that I own to tug with me, but he didn't. But we finally got tired and slept on Reggie's mom. It was so good to see him again.

Fuzzy Delight

The best part about stuffed animals (in this case, an octopus) is eating the squeaky middle. The rest of the filler inside isn't so great, as you can see here...

Sharing is Caring

When I was first rescued from running in the streets, I didn't like to share my toys with other dogs. I never had my own toys before, so why would I let anyone take them from me? And then, I realized that it's lots of fun to share with my friends. And that my really good friends will play with the same toy and TUG, which is one of my favorite things to do. Here's Ripley and me, about to do some serious destruction on a red rope... He's even licking his lips in anticipation.

Party Hat

This belonged to a toy that I had. How humiliating that it is now on MY head. Why are you laughing?