I had to carry Guapo on my shoulders for the last mile of our 4-mile hike a few days ago, because he got too hot. As a consequence, Beth Meyer took him for a summer cut by a groomer today. He does not appear happy with the experience.
Moxxi thinks that all cars are potentially hers. She loves to walk around parking lots, sniff out every car and pick the one she prefers. Today, of all the fancy cars available, she picked the rustiest beat up Honda Civic. She wouldn't leave it. Here she is, in her standard meerkat pose, trying to catch a good glimpse of the inside of that beaut.
Yesterday was Charlie’s 3rd Gotcha Day. He came to us as a foster, 75-lbs of energy/anxiety. He’d tear the curtains off the front door if I went out without him. I lied for weeks and said he’d just be a foster, but when the rescue agency found a home several states away, I couldn’t let him go. He’s my shadow, my best buddy, and the handsomest goodish guy. And he’s grown into a 100-lb bundle of love and goofiness, the self-appointed defender of the house and back yard, my K9❤️. #dogsofmastodon
This is my friend Deeraffe. Part deer, part giraffe, a hell of a combination. "Friend" might be too strong of a word. We have never had a conversation. Deeraffe is pretty stoic like that.
Parfois #ZephinouBonhommeOuiTEsUnBonChienNonOnLippePasLaFigure se met à aboyer, comme ça sans aucune raison. Je lui dit d'arrêter mais il n'arrête pas.
M'enfin, mais qu'est ce qu'il t'arrive ?
Et je comprends pas. C'est pourtant pas un bonhomme à aboyer sans raison. Y'a toujours un truc, TOUJOURS
Sauf des fois.
Et là tout à coup je crois comprendre. Ce matin il m'avertissait que la cafetière italienne glougloutait. Je suis allée l’arrêter, il m'a fait la fête. #DogsOfMastodon