"It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them. And every new dog who comes into my life, gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough, all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are." --Unknown (thanks, KB)
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Not Really Wordless Wednesday...
First of all, our furiend Corbin is very, very sick and could really use some Power of the PAW. Just sayin'... ~
Below is foto evidence as to why we never get stuffies.
For some reason the humans at our house never thought it was a good idea.
This is is a foto of me and Gizmo when we were
about 8 or 9 months old.
Gizmo's on the left (looking quite smug, I think).
I'm on the right looking, well, interesting...
Weren't we adorable puppies??
The Publicist didn't have the presence of mind to photograph the bedroom the night we tore up a down comforter and TWO dog beds while our dad slept.
She kind of freaked-out.
Now that I'm a mature man-dog of 7 and Ruby is a mature 6, we've been very nice to our lobster.
Butt they STILL won't buy us any more stuffies.
BTW, see that gold cushion on the chair in the first photo? That became Gizmo's personal stuffy. He would carry it around the house in his mouth when he was happy. Which was pretty often. He de-stuffed it gradually over the years and finally finished just before he went to the Bridge.
Oh, and see that stained glass in the front door? Yeah, we broke that by enthusiastically advising the humans that we had visitors.