Apparently Gertrude can stay still for photos!
I fear for her life sometimes. She thinks that my new Aldo shoes are chew toys, and it’s not technically animal cruelty if you’re defending your manlettos.
Apparently Gertrude can stay still for photos!
I fear for her life sometimes. She thinks that my new Aldo shoes are chew toys, and it’s not technically animal cruelty if you’re defending your manlettos.
I don’t know what was under there, but I had to yank the dogs away.
Hopefully it wasn’t a body. I watch too much A&E for that…
I took the dogs for an over-due vet visit. Gertrude was unamused.
She growled and snapped at the vet, so we had to muzzel her. Given what happened last time, can you blame her?
The snow is melting but I still have all these unedited snow-caked pictures! Excuse me while I toss them on the page for the record…
What a bizarre two weeks.
I had my normal schedule of work, class, lake trips, Jeset Bar dance-offs, and adventures around the metro:
The morning dog walk was a disaster.
I load the dogs into the car and the radio informs me that the air temperate is -10 with a -25 wind chill.
It’s a little too high for the dogs.
