I will give you just one guess as to who the culprit was.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
The other night, Sasha started to limp and favor her left leg (the opposite leg she had gone thru the wringer for her arthritis). I suspect she may have jumped off of the sofa unsupervised and injured herself. No swelling, so I don't think she broke anything, but little girl is not happy. She breaks my heart, sometimes.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Cleo would like to know if there is a frosted donut treat with sprinkles for her. And there is! Little puglet cannot believe her good fortune. She is mesmerized by the treat.
Watch, again, in slow motion, how she outmaneuvers the treat. There is no escape from the jaws of death.
at 6:33 PM
Monday, November 19, 2007
Little girl is 9 years old, this month on the 6th. She got a verrry special surprise birthday treat from her auntie Mina and uncle Kevin. She cannot believe her good fortune.
She can almost taste how good it is.
Sasha thinks -- i will just sneek up on eet gently, like this....
... and eat it! ahh! you are mine, my little frosted donut treat!
hmph. that little bit is nasty.
such a satisfying snack for a birthday pug.
at 6:17 PM