My very own Snuffleupagus.
This is the extent of all the yoga that goes on in our house. Unfortunately it hasn’t cleared the mind of the one who practices it.
The pack leader who understands the sequence: exercise, discipline, affection, treats, snuggles, more treats, maybe even a massage.
The annual collaring, and this time it’s pretty badass.
He is really, really upset with all this unwanted attention. Can’t we all go back to hating each other and stabbing our voodoo dolls?
So much love from his little corner of Utah to you.
This is the reason peanut butter was invented.
Christmas colors in May, a perfect metaphor for these next few weeks.
And then the house smelled like a fiesta for days.
What’s the Hawaiian expression for “I am going to pee on your couch”?