~Dog tired~

 

There is a point to these shots.  Especially this one.  A point to prove salient later on.

This man and I drove all the way down to the West Mountain.

Where this clandestine exchange took place.

And these two souls were spirited away, along with meds and a gift basket.

And transported to a far country, where lived the Two Old Men.

At first, the two souls were glad to stay in the cage.  After all – you may not be able to get out, but THEY can’t get in.  And everyone was very circumspect.

But after a while, you get thrown into the deep end, and have to make friends on your own.

This is what we have come to call “The Dog Parade.”  It happened when Skye first came to us, around and around the house for hours, first Skye, then Piper, then all of us, keeping an eagle eye out for any territorial whizzing.  Piper made this up.  And as you can see, maintains the tradition.  They are, by the way, synchronized.

Still synchronized.  Tucker is well aware of the Mac truck on his tail.

Skye takes Toby for a walk.  Note the leaves?  Here is the part where I will tell you that it’s bad enough to have two dogs with sticky fur walk through this yard into the house.  Try four and then two adult humans.  We are now vacuuming four times a day.  At least.  Not that I don’t love the leafy ambiance . . .

More friend making.

And more.

Tucker, the adventuresome soul.

Toby, who more than a few times retired to the crate.  Just to be on the safe side.

 

Tucker preferred diving under people when he was worried.

But he never stayed worried long.

My Piper.

The first “no” of our new life together.  NOBODY chews on my pumpkins.

Well, not if I can help it.

Scooter meets the other puppies.

And finds them not exactly to his taste.

But they love EVERYBODY in the family, and show it by offering to eat L.

Then each other.

I really, really like this puppy.

In a fit of jealous rage, the fat puppy comes after the son and his son.

Serious harm meant to ankles.

All over the yard.

This puppy, a little braver now, does some running of his own.  He really likes leaves.

The fact that the two wolf children are being diverted helps.

C loves T

Both Ts.

And S loves LVS.  (ea-e)

So now, they are “our” puppies.

And if you don’t believe me, take a look at our poor sleepless eyes.