Here's Jasper.
Isn't he cute?
This morning I awoke to him puking on my arm.
We walked the dogs in the neighborhood tonite because my allergies have been too horrible to take them to the park.
We walked him, Monroe, Gabe and Mills thru the neighborhood. Smiling at all the neighbors. Talking to the kids riding bikes. Marveling at the different plants in peoples yards. Glancing furtively into their windows. While the sun set over the bay. Then as we looked down an embankment off the side of our road we saw a GIANT safe. With it's door clearly pried open by a crowbar. Obviously stolen, ransacked and dumped.
And no, there was no money inside.
4 comments:
i remember when i had a dog, walking it was the only time i said anything to my neighbors. just as well ,i suppose. but sometimes it's nice to know that there are people who are alive on your street.
does your arm still smell like dogpuke?
He IS cute! Jasper. Your dogs have great names. We never walk our dogs, because Jeepers is 15 years old, totally unsocialized, and a fear biter (ergo, can't leave the house), and he's also deaf and barks constantly if we leave him alone -- so I don't just go out with Tater very often, either. We run them in the yard instead. Except Tater can't really run much, because of his lame paw ... great dogs, eh?! We're getting a puppy next summer though (assuming the Jeeps is gone by then -- to keep Tater company). Would love to get them all together sometime! We love Pt. Isabel.
You're such a good mommy to all those doggies. And you'll never have to worry about burglary - you have all those ferious looking animals there to protect you!
I miss you and your wife!
Cassie, I hope your right! Look at my next entry. Maybe this'll put my doggies to the test.
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