Dogs, Dogs, Dogs and My Poor Neglected Blog

Life has a fascinating way of preventing you from doing all the things you really meant to do, such as blog posts, and instead making you do things you didn't really want to do at all. In the last week we've had the "pleasure" of buying a new vacuum (thank you Goldens), renting a saw...trust me, you don't want the details surrounding that, and buying a new storm door (I just can't wait to install it-sense the sarcasm.)

So here I am, finally back in my happy world of blog posts. Lately, I've been hanging out with people and their dogs. The dogs are crazy, playful, full of love and kisses and ENERGY and even a bit of shyness, but so sweet. Domino, I'll let you guess which one he is, is a very happy boy, and would be quite content to give his dad kisses all day long. In fact, he was so distracted by all the excitement of the day, that he didn't even notice the 15 pupperoni that I had sticking out of my hat. (Getting a good visual?) Taffy liked to amuse herself by "walking" her brother Truman, and Truman spent most his session adamantly hiding his face behind his mom. Oh, the personalities. Life would be so boring without our dogs.

And as I type, someone is shooting off fireworks. IN DECEMBER. Right. And little do they know that I will now be lucky to get 3 hours of sleep as my poor finicky Maddox is already pacing and shaking and probably thinks that the sky is about to fall on his head. If anyone has ever had a Golden who hides in the tub, you know what I'm talking about. If only I had the Dog Whisperer on speed dial!