My furry kids

I mean my dogs, people. None of my children are furries, that I know of and I'm pretty sure I would.

Back on topic, and yes, I do have one. At least one.

I tried to get a cute picture of the dogs to use for my March in Maine picture, but they weren't into posing. (I guess they aren't furries either) They did however speak to me about the process.



Now you might think that Rosie feels left out, but she really isn't into the whole fetching or playing thing. Boomer loves fetching-well, the part where he gets it anyway; he's just learning about the giving it back to me part. He still can't bear to put it in my hand, but just over the last two days he has learned to drop it near me, and then bark at me if I haven't noticed.

Rosie does sometimes get fed up with his barking, or excited, it depends on her mood, and what I am doing. She will try to hold him down, or will launch herself in an awkward leap or two.

After the happiness of eating wore off, they were once more being rambunctious, so I sent them out. Boomer went, but Rosie retreated to the living room and did her version of an ostrich.


I started this on the 1st, and more than 24 hours later, I am finally posting it. It took for freaking ever to figure out how to get my video uploaded and onto Blogger. Every time I saw the video, it seemed less and less interesting, but by golly, I am using it!