Dog gone log puller!

Keith exchanged dogs, meaning that he caged one and let the other one roam. Cheyenne was in typical form. "She literally dragged me across the floor", Keith coughed out while laughing. He isn't too pleased with her puppy behaviors right now, but they might diminish over time. Each dog is strong and together they could easily pull a wagon with their family of three.

"Eskimo, ex-cargo, my Radio Flyer go 160, swiftly. Eukanuba run, true run run run..."

The p-p-p-p-puppy power didn't much like the high movement antics of bi-peds playing Wii, when they weren't allowed in front of the TV or to jump on players or to chew on neat, new-smelling toys and gadgets. It wasn't nearly as fun for the puppies as adults. Cheyenne and Echo were, however, happy to get lovies and lie on laps and find naughty activities such as chewing heirlooms, toys; pulling food from previously-thought safe places. Cheyenne and Echo had itchy places I found. They were licking appreciations to me, sometimes smelling of wicked foulness in their mouths.

According to Keith who used the company ulta-expensive camera to shoot some shots, he got a me does Kilroy, half a face peering over a dog, while I scratched and lovied her. What silly, lovable dogs. "Pets" are theaputic. More often, pets are adopted family, sitting on furniture, lying in beds and sharing almost everything, including bathroom time. I remember this of Sid, especially, wanting to sit with me or right outside the door, if I could close the door fast enough.

+ title from Disney's "101 Dalmations"