A Dog-Day Afternoon

Our second Sunday of the season at the lake went to the dogs. With the threat of rain, critters were scurrying every which way to find a good spot to hang, and the dogs had a field day trying to dig the chipmunks and other vermin out of their hiding places. The drooly dogs showed up on the porch looking like this:

BUSTED!
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The smart one looks guilty and knows she's in trouble. The other one, well, he's the happiest when he's digging holes.

Later, in an effort to clean some noses (and eye sockets?!), we headed down to the dock. The boat had just made it's way out of winter hibernation, and we let the dogs take it on this spring's maiden voyage.

The Three Amigos
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That big guy on the left? That's baby Lincoln! Do you remember when he was so small? That was only 4 months ago!

Dashing Dasher

I'm one of those dog moms. I dress him up. Bow ties, reindeer antlers, and even full costumes. (You've seen our Wizard of Oz rendition.) Dasher loves it! Okay, he hates it. But I don't make him keep it on for too long. Here's his newest accessory.

Spring 2013
Staring longingly out the window until the torture is done.

"Why do you continue to do these things to me? Aren't I a good dog?"

While Dasher does not enjoy wearing the cute things I just cannot resist buying, he does have a favorite accessory: DIRT! Look how happy this guy is.

After hours of digging (his life's work)