The time, she just seems to go faster and faster. I can’t keep track. But Friday! I know what happens Friday!
For this weeks link-up, I’m going to share an annoying habit Husband and I have, and that’s making the same face as they dog we’re with in the picture.
Marty and I being… coy? sleepy? I don’t really know, but I know we’re both feeling it.
Husband and Kobe… judging you? Possibly also sleepy? Either way, they’re on the same page.
It happens often enough that I think the dogs are possibly planning these things out. Maybe practicing in the mirror while we’re gone.
Or maybe I’m just a crazy dog lady and they sleep all day. Yeah, that seems more legit.
I’m still without my camera and I don’t know what to do about it. The minute I by a replacement cord the old one will dance back into view.
I snapped these on out last visit home. Which sort of bums me out now, because I have no idea when my furbabies will be able to hang out with their friend, my dad’s dog Freddie.
I love this goofy mutt. He’s super spoiled, super lovey, and loves car rides and chomping on Kobe and Marty. They are an absolute riot when you get the three on them together. Even though he’s the oldest one, Fred has a ton of energy and mostly view back and forth between them in an endless loop of puppy playing.
I hope they get to play again soon, but since large dogs are frowned upon in airplanes, its likely it won’t happen for a while.
Come link up your furbabies!
I still haven’t found all the bits of my camera from the move, but I didn’t want to miss another Fur baby Friday.
So I apologize for the poor pictures. Both dogs have chosen their favorite spots in the new apartment. Kobe has, predictably, chosen he comfy new couch we clearly bought expressly for him.
Even better if you will loan him a leg for a pillow.
Marty has weirdly chosen the corner of one if the closets.
I don’t know what it is about this closet, this corner, but its his favorite place to be. I wish he’d chosen something more friendly, because every time I see him in there I feel like he’s punishing himself for something. But he likes it, so what are you going to do.
Come over to Mrs. Monologues and link up your furbabies!
Oh, how I missed everyone’s delightful fur babies while I was away. All those cute faces really brighten up the end of the week. Though, it being Friday helps as well.
Speaking of the fur babies, mine did smashingly on the long car ride. I was super surprised. No vomiting, no excessive standing and falling over when I have to brake, just perfect gentlemen.
In fact, someone might have decided he’s actually sort of okay with this whole car thing.
Though I guess when you spend nearly 24 hours in a car, you either begin to like it or go crazy. Sort of a Stockholm Syndrome thing. Either way, I’m very proud of them for being such troopers.
And uh, that’s not my giraffe pillow pet right there. I’m just… holding it. For a friend.
We’ve turned in the cable and internet equipment. I fully expect to be crazy by the morning. So, all I have for Fur Baby Friday is some sad cell phone pictures. Also, I’m typing this out on my phone, on the bus, so if you see any typos please don’t submit me to Damn You Auto Correct. Unless it’s super funny. Apparently, I take a lot of cell phone pictures when they’re sleeping, or about to be.
Since they’re awfully cute sleeping, I guess that makes a lot of sense.
I think they Kobe is aware something is up. He’s moved before, he’s been extra clingy. I think Marty has no idea, and I feel badly about that. I wish there was some way to explain to them everything’s going to be fine in a way they’d understand. Perhaps puppets?
Come link up! I need lots of furbabies to swoon over to distract me from impending doom.
Chicago was a big tease this year, giving us June for most of March, and now we’re back to regularly scheduled weather. It’s bumming me out. I was hoping it would stay nice until we leave. In honor of that, here’s a picture of Kobe’s favorite thing to do ever in life.
This dog is obsessed with swimming/retrieving things thrown in the water. He will do it endlessly. He will do it until he collapses, and then he’ll wake up and do it a again. He’s a super good swimmer, and loved to go far.
He’s also way too dedicated. We don’t throw sticks anymore, because one time it sunk and Kobe couldn’t find it, and he wouldn’t come back to shore. He would not come back. We were jumping up and down, screaming his name, trying to be excited and lure him back. Three other people at the dog beach that day were doing the same thing, trying to help us. I was about three seconds away from jumping in when he decided to turn around and come back.
This is his “If you don’t throw that toy now I’m going to die” face.
Marty hates swimming, gets afraid and runs off when we try to lure him in.
He still has fun though.
Come on over and link up for Fur Baby Friday!
For this Fur Baby Friday, I’m sharing some puppy brothers pictures.
This is them waiting for permission to enter the apartment. Sometimes they get a little pushy and need to slow down. It’s sort of difficult to get good pictures of one rambunctious dog, when you throw a second into the equation, most of these are blurry and of poor quality, taken with my phone.
Sometimes the pictures they inadvertently mess up make me laugh. Like oh, look at them. They think they’re people, blinking and sticking out their tongues and looking the wrong way. But they still convey a certain level of cuteness.
Except for this one. This one is maybe slightly terrifying if you don’t know them personally.
The have their fun though. You can’t front on that.