So Now's The Time...

Our VIH is telling us that this week is the week that we are finally going to get to meet our new sister. We are very excited to be welcoming a new member of the pack. We wonder what she will look like...



Hopefully she knows how to share kibble and Nylabones!

For The Record...

My ear is not your chew toy. Any second now I am going to lose the adorable sleepy face and go straight for your jugular. So I will ask nicely just once more... please let my ear go!

Does Diego Have Rabies?!?

Who, me? Nah... I just LOOOOOVE milk! Mooooooooo!

Daisy Plays Some Scrabble

Make your move, human!

Do I get the 9 points or do you?

Relaxing... with an Uninvited Friend

Why is it that when we are winding down from a busy day of sunbathing, treat eating, and Nylabone chewing, we suddenly become props in a imaginary photo shoot? Observe...

Somehow our VIH thinks she is making a statement by cleverly placing a squeaker toy on us, but we think it's just sad. Very, very sad.

My New Toy

The other day I got this FABULUS new toy. I heard my VIH call it a straw... what a wonderful chew toy it was! With its beautiful bright red coloring, it was just the right size for my pint-sized little paws.

Don't even think about it Bella. This straw is all mine!

VIH, what do you mean you want it back? I found it, fair and square!

Last Night