...waking up with two dogs snuggled into bed with you, and neither of them is pointing a heiney at your nose.
...the look on Lizard's face when I stick my head in the bedroom to find out why she's barking.
...the happy dance my boys do when I get home (yeah, I know it's because they need to potty but I can pretend, can't I?)
...Hunk snuggling his nose up next to my neck, breathing in my hair, and sneezing in my ear.
...a life with greyhounds. - posted by Nancy E. Dunne @ 2:26 PM
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
How does Profile manage to squeak? He is 76 lbs of muscular boy-greyhound. He's the Don Juan of the pack, and all the girls are his. His likes include being manly and generally running the show.
And yet...he squeaks when he's being a whiny baby girl-dog! (Insert very tired Mommy face here)
He wants to go out? He squeaks. He wants to play with the monkey toy on the shelf? He squeaks. I don't mean whine, I mean squeak...enough of a squeak that the cats look around for the mouse that must surely be in the house with us.
Speaking of critters that would have to have a death wish to come in here...
As I got home after my assignment today I was joined in the doorway by a skink of some kind...a wee lizard that was in the process of turning from the color of the bricks to that of the concrete. It of course ran ahead of me into the house, but after I stopped fantasizing about adding an 8th pet to the Lassiter Zoo I managed to shoo it back outside. Of all houses, this is not the one an unsuspecting wee lizard wants to make its new home.
Back to Mr. Squeaky... - posted by Nancy E. Dunne @ 1:44 PM
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
This is the aforementioned "surprised" look. "Mommy! Where did YOU come from?" I love my Lizard!
I just got up from the computer and walked back to the sewing room, passing the bedroom where the dogs are all still in "jail" and sound asleep. Well, almost all of them are...Liz was awake and sitting very still, just looking around. Bless her heart. She had been barking a little, but it was the "I just woke up and don't know where I am" bark rather than the "I am about to leave a present on the carpet, you'd best let me out" bark. I went into the sewing room and as I came back out she noticed that I was there. The look of surprise on her face is priceless. Even if she gets that look five times in a row because she looks away and forgets I'm there in between...it's just so cute. Ears perked, eyes wide...I can almost hear her saying, "Oh! Mommy! THERE you are!!"
I love that old Lizard. - posted by Nancy E. Dunne @ 10:17 AM
