Doggy Kisses

Ivy loves visitors. So much so that, unless our guests are confirmed dog lovers who don't mind a sloppy, wet kiss and some paws on the shoulders, she is often confined to her crate when we have guests. Thankfully, she has learned to accept this, not as a punishment, but as the regular order of things so having guests in our home is never a problem. Eve is quiet and calm and friendly, so we really wouldn't need to crate her, but Ivy KNOWS when Eve is allowed out when she isn't and since she has a well developed sense of fair play, it's just easier to crate Eve, too. She doesn't mind.

Having said that, Ivy is always allowed out and about when the kids' friends are here or when our guests are true dog lovers--like last night. Our friends Mike and Sharon came for dinner last night. Both love all dogs in general and our dogs in particular. They have known Ivy since she was a little 8 week old red blurrrr and so they are used to her exuberance. Mike especially likes Ivy. He revels in her happy, joyful energy. Here are some pictures I snapped when they were here last night:

That's Ivy, belly up, rolling and wagging and licking. Eve is the polite dog, cuddled up beside him.

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Arazi the Wonder Dog: The Hawaiian Edition

Arazi; looking thankful for a happy life.
Happy Thanksgiving, Char and Arazi!

Where were you on the morning of November 20th?

MUG SHOT

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Innocent?--NOT!

So, last night I took a cherry cheesecake ring to Bible Study to share during fellowship time. I brought more than half of it home. The kids ate a piece before bed last night, Tom had a sliver with coffee after breakfast this morning, which left 6 pieces. I decided to move the leftover pieces to a plate so that I could wash my baking stone while I was cleaning up the kitchen this morning. I loaded the dishwasher, wiped off the counters, swept the floor and was just getting ready to go work on getting my Thanksgiving week organized when I realized that the big plate I had absent-mindedly loaded into the dishwasher--the one that looked clean--had been the one to which I transferred the leftover cheesecake.

IVY!!

Little Miss Guilty Conscience wouldn't even turn around to look at me. Or maybe she wasn't really feeling guilty and it was just the 1,440 total calories she consumed that made it impossible for her to digest and listen at the same time. I vote for the second.

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Happy Halloween!

Arazi, Defender of Truth

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!