I’ve been feverishly working on a post about Turkeys in the Raw. However, my gerbil-powered laptop (the “Abacus 2000”) has been working with a fever. Is the hard drive just malingering or will it commit to crashing this week? Stay tuned to find out. So in the meantime, here’s a sneak peek at the next photo bloated post.
Micron plays chicken with, well, that’s actually a turkey, Mr. Mike.
A photo memory of a gorgeous Saturday morning walk at our Englewood metro park. After Micron played a robust game of follow that smell (I think he won), I spent the rest of the morning brushing out teensy little burrs out of his pretty Pantene conditioned coat. ‘Salright, it was still worth it to have our re-bonding time.
This week’s Wordless Wednesday post is in honor of Jager and the terrier lobe inside that pointy head of his. An emergency trip to the vet to get four staples in his shoulder a couple of days ago. Our guess? That ballsy cat that teases him can fit nicely through the farm fencing in the backyard, but Jager can’t. When he gets to running, he can break the terrier sound barrier. Goober dog.
It doesn’t seem that long ago that my favorite kid was, well, a kid. Here’s a memory from a past Halloween all suited up as a brave knight as he psychs up to save a fair maiden from the fearsome Kaiser dragon.
While I’m putting the finishing touches on the last of the fall vacation posts, sit back and enjoy this shot of Micron getting a taste of the season. Or something.
Go. Do. Be Dog. 