Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Bye, Molly!


Bye, bye, Molly! Molly is a very sweet dog who turned up over at my daughter and her roommates' house. They already have three dogs and could not care for her. She is so pretty and gentle that I really wanted her. However, at our house we have FOUR dogs ourselves! We tried keeping Molly with us, but our little boy dogs just were too agitated by this beautiful newcomer. After they ran off into the wilderness with her the other day, and stayed missing long enough for both of us to become HYSTERICAL, I knew we would not be able to keep her. Our niece and her husband have two children, and they agreed to take her. They just love her, so everyone is happy now. I miss Molly, though.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Sheila T's Scrapbook: Pink Saturday!


You never know with dogs. This dog, Roscoe P. Taylor, is a master of disguise. He always looks innocent of any wrongdoing, and he is usually guilty of something. He'll chew anything from firewood to a bobblehead of Edgar Allan Poe. In this photo he is reclining on a pink blanket while he chews on my daughter's fingers. He's a beagle mix who loves my husband more than me even though I am the woman who feeds him! You never know.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Sunday, February 15, 2009

A Scrapbook Page of...

our dog Roscoe. As usual, he looks sweet in his photo, snoring away. Right.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Bonnie and the Dogs

That sweet-looking dog on the left is Roscoe, the one who ate Poe's nose off. The kid in the middle is Bon, who adores Roscoe even though he will eat any possession she has ever had. The dog on the right (your right, not Bon's) is our very best behaved dog, Brussels. (Because I am developing a hearing problem or because simply EVERYONE mumbles now, I think his name is Brussels. Bonnie says his name is Ruffles.) He doesn't eat or beg for food, he doesn't bite his behind, he doesn't howl or bark unreasonably, he doesn't poke his icy nose on your leg unexpectedly, he doesn't eat unknown objects and cough them up, he doesn't shed...If Roscoe ever gets him, only shreds of Brussels will be left lying about.

(Melvin, Annabelle, and Spike, not pictured)

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Wayne and the Dogs


On his 52nd birthday, January 11, 2009