R.I.P. Homie

She was around 80 years old (in dog years) and the best dog EVER.

To read the story about the hole in the fence, click  here .

Cooling Off a Hot Dog

It's blasted hot here and Don is going to great lengths to keep our dog cool.

He hosed her down, moved things around on the patio, found a fan and an old water mister in our garage and rigged it up to blow on her. Now, that is love!

Two Dogs Having Lunch

I had to post this. It's too funny to pass up. :)

Chillaxin’

This cat belongs to one of Chase's friends. Cute, huh?!

Who's Sweeter...My Husband or My Dog?

I adore dogs (Well...most dogs. I don't care for little, yappy ones and I hate Poodles), but I cannot handle animals being inside my house. Since I am a teeny-tiny bit of a clean freak, I'm sure you understand my reasoning.  

Our dog, Homie, lives safely in our backyard. It is completely fenced in, so she pretty much has free reign.

Last Friday night, after her date, Katelyn came home to find Homie in our front yard. It had been storming, the wind blew the fence gate open and Homie snuck out. The dog's not stupid, but she did have a dilemma. The wind had also blown the gate shut and Homie was stuck out front. Being the precious, obedient pet that she is, she hung out and waited for someone (Katelyn) to come to her rescue.

After that night, Don decided to work on the gate and secure it. That meant fixing the gap Homie enjoyed peeking out of to survey the goings on in our cul-de-sac.

I suppose Don felt sorry for her, because when I came home from work one afternoon, this is what I observed...

A PEEP HOLE FOR HOMIE!

Who's sweeter? My husband or my dog?

Could Cody Have Telepathy?

Today, as I greeted Cody after his Day Program, our conversation went like this:

Me- "How was bowling today?"
Cody- "I got a spare."
Me- "No strike today?"
Cody- "Not today."

Cody- "What is lacy, red and white, and shaped like a heart?"
Me- "A valentine."

long pause

Cody- "Latisha's stuffed animal died."


I'm thinking Cody is either developing a wild imagination, or he is learning how to lie (and really sucks at it), or he thinks he is Dr. Doolittle and can talk with the animals. Yesterday Cody told the family, "Homie dreamed that the neighbor's cat had cancer." Yeah, yeah. Read that sentence once more and let it soak in because...Homie is our DOG!