December 10, 2010
While Carolyn and I were sorting through digital photos and talking about the puppies, Holmes had to entertain himself. He wandered into another room, found a box of toys that I intended to repair, and made off with the hedgehog. Parental discretion is advised while viewing these photos.
They were ignoring me
Do you suppose they’ve noticed yet?
It was a messy job, but somebody had to do it
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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.
Poor Holmes, it sucks when all the attention is paid to the stoopid puppies and none to him. Poor boy.
At least he was kind enough to confine the mess for you! Poor neglected Holmes…
Oh…I have found that is a Cardigan trait that new little Cotton displays too….to the tune of ripping Creel’s one and only Mr. Ducksworth apart. Yikes…a toy Creel has had for over a year. Oh, Santa…it’s time to start shopping for the flat dog.
Holmes was saying Ma, MA, MA!!! No one noticed him! They’ll give him attention now, although not what he was hoping for. Poor Baby…
I was horrified that you displayed picture after picture of the white, fluffy guts – and the dead hedgehog! – with so little notice to us sensitive souls. Surely you realize that some of us don’t have parents readily available offering guidance. Oh my poor eyes – and stomach! I may never be the same again. On the other hand, Kearney immediately decided he must have a hedgehog to disembowel. So I will see what the vendors have available at the shows this weekend
Congratulations Holmes, you took care of that nasty hedgehog! I think that shredding is a rite of passage.
When Denali was about this age she dragged a dog bed into the master bathroom, dispatched the zipper on the cover and made quick work of pulling all of the foam stuffing out of the inner lining. I heard sounds indicating that she and Elbee were playing. About ten minutes later it was too quiet and I went to check on them. It looked as if a blizzard had hit! There was foam everywhere and two big, happy smiles while they rolled around in it! (Yes, I have pictures, but am not showing Sage till he is MUCH older!)
Rufus is extremely jealous, mostly since he hasn’t been allowed to have a stuffed toy in a while due to the fact he disembowels them in approximately 7.2 seconds. He says, “Nice work, Holmes!”