My predictable little SuperMutt.
He’s going to need you to take a few deep breaths.
No, I didn’t adopt a new dog. But if she goes missing you’ll know where to find her.
The end of the endless April showers.
Someone else loves the carpet in this house, too.
It’s like a Mexican prison around here.
Where everyone in the house does their primping.
Who needs fancy motion detectors when you own a herding dog?
He’s taking this “happiness” thing a little too seriously.
Creating an artificial spring.