It's a gong show around here on any given day, kids. Here are some of the dogs in our lives, just because I know you need a smile. This little guy is my sister's pup, Blakey. He is a little bad-ass, the one most likely to take up the torch where Pup left it, in unruly behavior:) But with a mug on him cute enough to break your heart, so he makes us laugh and gets away with it, just like the Big Guy did.
My sister's golden, Lukey, who is Jasmine's litter-mate. This guy is a Buddha-dog, with the sweetest nature in the world. Lukey is all about the love. He has hip dysplasia, sadly, and his muzzle is starting to look rather grizzled, though the goldens are only five and a half. (How did those years go by so fast?)
Here's my girl, Jasmine. She is still leading a very boring and restricted life, since her surgery in November. She is still unable to play with the other dogs, confined to short walks on-leash, and on a killer diet where the best part of her day is eating a carrot. My mom always said "you have to suffer to be beautiful." If that is true, both Jas and I should be raving beauties but, alas, we are not :) Badly in need of a trim,and overweight, she looks like a wooly mammoth, and I.........well, someone used the "E" word - elderly - about me the other day, which dented an already fragile psyche. Hee hee. (Inside, I doubt I will ever feel elderly!)
This is my sister's spooky, nervous Australian breed, Noey or, as we often call her, in exasperated tones exACTly like those used to Cinderella by the ugly stepsisters: "No-ELL-a!!!!!!!" My sister likes her dogs shaved. Noey has a luxuriant and beautiful coat, when her hair is long.
This dogjam is what happens when they are all well and able to play together. Blakey, a neutered male, apparently wasnt given that information. Jas and Luke are obsessed with the Kong, galloping after it like maniacs, neither willing to let it go. Sigh. Fun days. I can't wait till Jas can play again. With the slow progress she is making, though, I'm afraid she may stay rather lame.
This is Little Man Chase, my daughter Stephanie's boy, and my granddog. He is a sweetheart, such a good little man, who is slowing down due to his arthritis. Steph is starting to feel the anticipatory warning I felt in the years before Pup died, knowing an inevitable heartbreak is heading her way. But I am hoping Chase lives as long as Pup did, and that we have years more ahead with him.
You can imagine when we all get together - it is Dogs R Us for certain, on Plested Road!
We are lucky to have these loving, joyous creatures in our lives. Daily laughs, daily happiness.
Free love! (Well, except for the vet bills, which are through the roof!)
