Friday, August 28, 2015
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Friday, August 21, 2015
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Friday, August 14, 2015
Thursday, August 13, 2015
If you let me out of this prison.
Pleeeeaaseeeee? I'm such a good little puppy, I'd never eat those baseboards... (liar, she did)... or steal one of your running socks and eat a hole through the toe... (liar, she did that too).... or try to eat one of the snaps from your brand new cardigan sweater... (yup, thank God I caught her!)
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
In honor of his birthday on Friday Gimli got to sit, (albeit perched on Mike's lap), at the island and patiently wait for his birthday treat.
Half a MarroBone covered in peanut butter wrapped in bacon. Merida got the other MarroBone piece.
He also received a new Kong Wubba, though the squeaker didn't last the day. I think they've changed the material because past Wubba squeakers have lasted for weeks.
Friday, August 7, 2015
3 months old
7 years old
I'm told he's now classified as a "Senior" dog. He has a few gray whiskers and eye brow hairs. The red on his face is a little less red.
But, he keeps up with is little Sisfur. He loves to play fetch - indoors and out, and is always ready for a walk.
Here's to the next seven my boy, and may they go by slower than the first seven.
Thursday, August 6, 2015
7 years ago, we bathed Gimli for the first time. Early one morning, he had gone digging in the backyard and he was a muddy mess. (This is why I'm still wearing pajamas!).
Clearly, he was not impressed.
He was so little back then, the towel completely wrapped him up. Now, he's lucky it goes around his butt.