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Doggie Update

Just a few random thoughts about our dogs. I think we have the goofiest dogs…they are so loveable and just goofy. They love, and I mean LOVE the basement in our new house. They always run to their respective spots…Buddy on the futon, Penny on the giant doggie bed Blake and Amy handed down to us. They get so excited to go down there and often times just go hang out down there all by themselves. They’re just so proud of themselves when they plop down in their spots and just look at me. ‘See, see…we’re GOOD doggies!’ In this picture they look kind of scary with the flash in their eyes…but I just had to capture how funny they are in their own little doggie spots.
They also play hide and seek with me. It’s dumb, I know…but when they get done eating their supper, or when they come in from outside and I’m in the other room they just race through the house trying to find me…searching excitedly from room to room…I can hear them approaching so I’ll usually hide behind a dresser, or in a closet…thud, thud, thud they come running into the room…silent pause as they scan and listen ‘is she in here?’…nope…and thud, thud, thud off they go into another room. Pause…’is she in here?’ This continues until one of them finally realizes I’m standing right around the corner and then they get SUPER excited, jump all over me and themselves and race off into the other room to wrestle with each other. To me, it’s just hilarious. To Matt, I’m a big nerd for playing along with the stupid dogs…but it just cracks me up and in a way endears me to these furry little mongrels. I can’t help it…I just love my stinking dogs. Thankfully they both received a clean bill of health last week!


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