This is my sister's cat, Graham. Last night I took the antlers across the street and we had a hilarious time trying to get a picture that didn't have some human's head, or arm or rear end in some part of it.
Lori finally managed these four photos, of her animals.
Here's bad little Blakey, who figured out pretty quickly what we were trying to accomplish.
He is the youngest of our crew - we added him when the goldens were three, because I guess we figured the posse wasn't complete. He has been a handful, but is very smart and pretty cute.
Here is Lukey, (Jasmine's brother) who has been a Buddha-dog from puppyhood,
the sweetest, most mellow dog ever.
Noella, who was a Christmas puppy eleven years ago.
All carrying on the Family Legacy
of antlers and Santa hats for the critters at Christmas.
They're very patient with us~as long as the treats keep coming!
This dates back to when my grandma would dress her cat, Big Boy, up in baby clothes,
to his acute displeasure, and to the sound of her chortling.
Here is my teensy living room, which soon is going to have a dozen
people and a ridiculous number of dogs in it:)
Should be lots of cackling. And, probably, growling!
Jasmine is on an extra month of restricted activity.
She had complications after her surgery and, instead of
slowly increasing her outings, she is confined to extra bed-rest,
onlyallowed out on-leash to pee.
She can't figure out why all the fun stopped happening,
and is extremely bored.
My boy, Pup, when he was younger and handsomer. He is fourteen now,
and this will be his last Christmas.
I will try to take some photos of him in front of the tree tomorrow.
But no hats or antlers for him.
I will respect his dignity in his old age:)
