February 10, 2010 by myeye
When I came downstairs this morning, Phoebe was up and wagging. She’s still not wanting to eat so I’ll pick up some liver and take it home to her.
I was getting ready for work, turned on the water in the walk-in shower, and Holmes streaked past me. He proceeded to shower himself, shaking water all over in the shower, then jumping out onto the bathmat to shake again. He is a baddog in training.
If I just had a kitchen, life would be approaching normal again.
Category Baddog, Holmes, Home, Phoebe | Tags: | 3 Comments
I am past sixty-five and still practicing law. I have two terrific sons, they have lovely wives, and I have one truly special granddaughter. At home are three Cardigan Welsh Corgis that amuse and challenge me. We participate in lots of dog-related activities. I love my camera, writing, and roaming. I live in central New Mexico because it's where I want to be. Thanks for visiting my blog. Your (tasteful) comments are welcome.
