Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
25 January 2012
Sleeping dogs just lying there.
Gustavo sleeps more since we've been managing his liver thing. Sleeping totally beats sitting around and staring at specks on the floor. If possible, he's a lap dog, if there is a lap nearby, he's in it. If not, no worries. He'll curl up on his tuffet or under the covers in bed and snooze until something more exciting happens.
Ruby sleeps a lot. Preferably in the bed under my desk or in the heater chair. Ruby snores. Loudly.
We love it when Otterpop sleeps. Life is a lot quieter when Otterpop sleeps. Please, no one wake up Otterpop.
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WOw, I love this shot!
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