February 10, 2010
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.
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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.
Yay for Phoebe feeling better!! And LOL at Holmes. At least he won’t mind being bathed for shows!
Nothing like a good nite’s sleep in your own bed to make you feel better. Good girl, Phoebe!
That Holmes is a smart little guy – just like his name suggests. Check out the Kate Roberson/Hagaren blog & you’ll be glad he’s so eager to have a shower. It’ll make you laugh!
It’s amazing how the boys have such a totally different mindset from the girls. I gotta get me one!
A normal life? With dogs? 😉