Mom often refers to me as a "space dog." What she means by this is that I like to have my space. I don't like it when other dogs get in my space, especially if they are new dogs. Well, after a while, foster sister, Roofie/Ruthie, was no longer new.
This happened:
Waiting in line for dinner.
Mom says she's caught a few more times where I actually let Roof-a-doofs touch me, but I try not to let it happen too often.
Ruthie was on the lookout for any critters and Mom was on high alert to having her arm yanked out of socket, so she draped the leash over her shoulder.
Sometimes, it's just too much work to keep my tongue in my mouf. Mom and Dad find this absolutely adorable and I've yet to figure out exactly why. Mom even pokes my tongue and I don't even care...
It's really good I love these humans of mine. They are crazy.
I purchased a grunting hedgehog for Phil in 2012 when I went down to Orlando for a visit. He LOVED it. We still have it and he still plays with it, but the grunter is dead. All the dogs actually love it, and he's now got a dangly leg and puncture wounds, but that doesn't stop them from having a blast with it.
Because I like the sound of the grunters, I purchased another hedgehog for him.. This time from amazon so it was about 50% of the price I paid from the boutique store in Winter Park...
Miley and Olive went to da meet and greet wif us at PetValu in Leonardtown. Free (3) doggies in Mom's car is kinda a tight squeeze, but we are pretty good. We wear muzzles in case someone is being testy.
Miley is an extra lookout for Mom.
Da Harem workin it.
We all tried to look out da same window.. It was a tight squeeze.
Mom had to stop and gets gas, and we were supervisin.