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We Could All Use a Snuggle

What utter loves. The cuteness was so overwhelming that I took about 1,200 pictures of this from every conceivable angle. This one will do. Love how Kate's front leg and paw look so big. Ha.

Friday Finny Blogging

Finny, when not bugging the Dingo and hogging the dog bed, can be found chilling under the couch.

No, it is not possible for her to be cuter.

Friday Beastie Blogging

The beasties are sharing a bed. Used to be Dingo's bed, but Finn doesn't know that/care, so she plops right on it as soon as she walks into the room. For a while Dingo would lurk around, eying the now off-limits chair, like, Where am I going to sleep? There's no more soft spots, before harrumphing on the rug in front of the bed. (Literal hangdog expression.) For a couple of liver treats, it looks like the sweet Kate can be convinced to do anything, including sleeping next to her bratty little sister!

See what I put up with, Mom? Surely I get an extra bone for this.

Friday Finny Blogging

Okay, so it's Saturday. Still.

This is our papier-mâché reindeer, a.k.a. Finny's (momentary) arch nemesis #1. Finn didn't cotton to the interloper, inherited from grandma this weekend, making its home on the fireplace and decided to show the reindeer a little homegrown jujitsu this afternoon. They being roughly the same size, it was quite the stand-off for a harrowing 6 seconds. Getting no response from the placid deco, Finny said, Eff this noise, turned on her heels, and promptly went to sleep.

Le Week-End

A smattering of images from the weekend, during which there was not near enough slouching around, though these pix seem to tell another story.

Finny always finds the best seat in the house.

How much money does C*ca-C*la have that they can make all new bottles for a seasonal campaign? And what brave new world is this that I bought this because I simply had to blog it? Ha. (Now who's going to drink it?)

Menu at Super Taqueria where the platillos are indeed muy delicioso. And this time I had horchata, mmmm.

Marketing hysteria. Found in the travel section of the local big box store. On principle of my love for civil liberties I refuse to employ these symbols of our national disgrace. Maybe I'll use them for dog poop or something equally fitting.

A walk in the tall grass. Man, that felt good. (I'm mighty pigeon-toed here.)

Friday Finny Blogging

Where's Finny? I know she's around here somewhere.

Friday Beastie Blogging

Doggie bookends. It's clearly been a hard day.

Friday Finny Blogging

Our freckle-faced puppy is a sweetheart and a total punkass. She's going to go down in history as one of the best dogs we ever had, I know it. I lover her personality, which is all doggie curiosity and goodness w/ a healthy dose of "I'm doing this now, watch me" thrown in, and I haven't met another dog quite like her. Certainly not one so babygoat-stinky!

Friday Finny Blogging

What a fuzz face! This is Finn wondering what designs I have on her chewflip. Look at that sweet face; nary a hint of a growl on the horizon.

Friday Finny Blogging

The shadow sleeps. (And it makes me think that Finny really does lead a double-life. Maybe she's Batdog?)

Click on the picture to embiggen and see how pretty her fur looks!