Sunday, January 28, 2007
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Car Salesman
Yesterday mom and dad went shopping for a new car, and while they were in the showroom, discussing whether the back seat would be wide and comfortable enough for me, I waited outside in our car. Then the salesman wanted to give dad a quote, and for that he needed to inspect the old car. He appeared suddenly and flung himself into the driver's seat. I thought he was a thief. I jumped up and barked and growled and showed him my big set of lethal teeth. Have you ever see a flying car salesman?
Friday, January 19, 2007
Cosy
Snow
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Country Living
In glossy magazines there are glamorous tweedclad ladies lounging in front of the fire, a crystal glass with sherry in a manucured hand, and at their feet sit well-groomed retrievers. Nothing could be further from reality: Rory's mom and my mom, battered by storm and rain, wearing wet parkas, caps down to their eyes, muddy green wellingtons, and by their side, Rory and I, as wet and muddy as dogs can get. And in their hands are bags with something no responsible dog owners leave behind.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Happy New Year!
This is me in the new bed they bought me for Christmas. There was some discussion about whether a fancy new bed would hopefully make me less inclined to jump in between them during the night, and take up so much space that one of them ends up on the floor. I do like the new bed, but I like company even more.
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