Peekaboo

Omg, come hither already, mommy!

Actually she's scoping out the bowl of cherries just out of shot

Go away, I'm reading.

Lazy sunday

Bat ears!

So squeaky clean after a bath. Now if only Mommy will let you sleep.

Noisy camera

Trying to sleep. Go aWAY, mommy.

Puppy cut

Btw, bunny's almost five.

Hot dog

Post cut and bath

Camouflage dog

There's Bunny. 

Where's Bunny?

That's not Bunny. 

Office dog

Bunny keeps Mommy company while she plots away.

Behind the curtain

Bummy gets up on the ledge behind the sofa to nap and bark.

Aggressive licking

Daddy's hand, daddy's legs, it's a doglympic sport for the Bb.

Guard dog

So the neighbor's cat doesn't come over.

Kryptonite for men

Mommy's breakfast, ginormous coffee and toast with butter and marmite.  Daddy's eating cherry cobbler, yum.

Oh yeah. We also had a huge plate of cheese scrambled eggs and speklap, but oops, ate it all up, no evidence. 

[Eta] errmmagahhhd, the old pot of marmite expired 3 years ago.  

Waggy waggy grunt whine

Yeah, come over here and play with me.

Banana slugs

Mommy's breakfast. Eclairs not slugs.

Back to Puppy!

Now that H. is equipped with a smartphone and the blogger app
we're back to full speed puppy blogging. More pictures, less blah blah.

Indolence: A Love Letter to My Dog

Taking a break from work, I go downstairs and heat up a bowl of leftovers, saving the nice meaty bits for Emily. Emily, whom I'd left licking her foot in my room, makes a noise upstairs, but I don't see her, so there I am at the kitchen table, eating, reading, yadda. 

On my way back up, I discover this:

Whatcha doing?

Behold, the Second Step, where, wondering what yummy thing is going on downstairs, Emily had decided to investigate and dragged herself off the bed, but only makes it down ONE STEP. Then she whines. And then, I think, she falls asleep.

If I don't hear her, or come out into the hallway to see what's up, THIS will happen:

In which, tired of her great exertion, Emily will flop over. And just drape there.

I think she's forgotten what got her up in the first place. They say dogs are a portrait of our own selves. Oh yeah.