These are the baby dogs chewing on their new bones.  Ordinarily, they wouldn’t let me take their picture, because they’d want some lovin’ if I am close to them, but they’re busy with their bones.


This is Emmitt.  I had just opened the window, as we had lovely weekend weather this weekend and he was smelling something in the air.  He couldn’t see much with that bush in the way, but he liked to look out of the window.

Does your husband always drink your drink?  My dad did it to my mom all the time–I’m sure he still does.  I’ll make a nice tall glass of anything and Jay will drink it before I can even get half of it down.  Sheesh.  I say that because I need to go fill up my glass of sweet tea.