The Girl Next Door

This is the tongue hanging contest between Sonar and Daisy, sometime in September, I think. Daisy lives near us, and is the only dog to date that will play as rough with Sonar as Sonar plays with her. Thank the Lord that she lives close by. They tire eachother out in approximately 20 minutes. Ahhh, efficiency.

 

In addition...

Please also note in that last picture that I have reached the age in my life where my vaccuum shows up in the photographs I take of my "children." This in effect means that I am now proven to be genetically related to every other female on my mom's side of the family. Hooray.

Ow.

Ok. See this rope-tug-toy thing-a-ma-bob? Notice how it is thicker than Sonar's legs. Yes. We were just playing tug on the floor and she did the I'm-killing-the-rope head shake. As a direct result of this move, the loop end of this totally whipped me in the face at about 100 miles per hour. I have a feeling Jenni is getting the biggest kick out of this story. Seriously. OW. 

Behemoth

 

Battle Royale, Number 648

Solar Rays

 

Dogs

 

Bigger and Smarter

59 lbs and growing....

I did just write an entire update on her, then I hit "publish" and blogger/picasa promptly lost my entire entry. This is extra annoying since I've had such trouble getting over the writer's block that I've had lately. Now I'm going to publish a bunch of pictures, since that is at least somewhat gratifying.

 

Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde

Sweetheart.


Psycho.


Tibbs, being her normal, lovable/terrifying self.