The face he makes when I forget to give him a piece of my breakfast banana.
“You know I can smell banana on your breath”
Adventures in great danes
Thankful For These Guys
I feel like you deserve some bonus pets:
Gabe is stretched from Bixby (see his back feet are pressed against Bixby’s butt) all the way to the corner…which is WHERE I SIT. Nope, not today. Zander is snoozing away, oblivious to the ongoing battle.
I thought you might like to see a full-sized Scout. She can reach the top of our 6′ fence now. It’s scheduled to be replaced in the next year and I’m thinking I’m going for an 8′ one as a replacement. Continue reading
It’s Someone’s Birthday
Her third (how is that possible?). I would have totally forgotten, but I keep in touch with her brothers and sisters, so someone reminded me. Boy has that bear shrunk over the years (and the scarf, too).
Here she is with her big brother, he’s looking very serious (he hates having his photo taken) Continue reading
Bixby and Scout: Tired Puppehs
We’ve been traveling a lot the past few months and it has just worn them out. Been home a day and they are still snoozing away.
Hopefully, we’ll be able to take it easy for a few weeks.
I’m making Ropa Vieja tomorrow. Post a recipe later. Until then…
Throwback: Little Sprout and The Beast
I ran across this while looking for a recipe. How was Scout ever this small and how sweet is Bixby?
She’ll be three in November. Time flies.
I Give Up
Two and a half years and I’ve given up trying to convince her she’s not a cat. My poor couch pillows.
Oh, I Am Bad!
I can’t believe I posted about Augie below and completely forgot to post about the Beast.
He turned 6 last week.
Looking very dapper in his bowler
This does not seem that long ago:
Also, in case you missed it, there is a fun story behind his bowler hat here.
Happy birthday, Bixby!
Happy Easter Danes
They look so concerned…but it’s mostly concern I’m going to be stingy with those treats I’m holding. Photobomb courtesy of Zander. That white bunny was Jake’s and though he’s seen better days, I cannot bring myself to let him go.
We went from 72 degrees yesterday to 22 degrees and snow today. They don’t seem to mind. The pavement was warm enough I won’t need to shovel, so I’m okay with it, too.
