Oh, for heaven’s sake. My camera was hijacked again today. Thanks a lot, Person Other Than Me Who Lives Here! Continue reading
Tag Archives: Luke 7 months
Doodle Lunch Redux
[singlepic id=628 w=320 h=240 float=left]So I have this camera with an auto-drive that lets me take lots of pictures, one after the other. I use that feature with abandon! I took so many pictures at the Beau Monde Australian Labradoodle Lunch from a couple of weeks ago that I lost track of some of the good ones. I’m glad I went back through the originals…here are just a few more from that fun day. Continue reading
Thanksgiving Saturday Photos
[singlepic id=620 w=320 h=240 float=left]We have to hit the road early tomorrow. No time for messing around!
Again, a busy and fun day that we started with playtime on the beach, making new friends! A few pictures of today’s romp on the beach at Carmel.
Tomorrow…the road. Hope everyone had a safe and enjoyable weekend!
Thanksgiving Friday Photos
[singlepic id=613 w=320 h=240 float=left]Such a fun and busy day in Carmel. Too much going on to write much about it. Suffice it to say that there was lots of beach time in the morning, followed by a delicious lunch at a restaurant with the worst service ever! Thank goodness for the dogs to keep us amused! Then a serious vacation-style nap (hours and hours!) and then a fabulous dinner. Finally, a late night walk on the beach. Great day. A few pictures in no particular order prove it was a good day!
Thanksgiving in Carmel: Thursday
[singlepic id=590 w=320 h=240 float=left] We piled the truck full of our stuff and the Doods and made our way out of town. We settled in for a nice drive up to Carmel with Sam and Luke in the back seat. I even dressed the guys up in special traveling gear… Continue reading
How Many Australian Labradoodles Is Too Many?
[singlepic id=557 w=320 h=240 float=left]It’s a good question: How many Australian Labradoodles is too many? In my opinion, it’s hard to have enough Australian Labradoodles! But that might be my addiction talking. I would get a new puppy every year, if I could figure out a way to do that.
My husband must have known this was a distinct possibility because he looked me square in the eye the day we brought Luke home and said, “Just so you know, this is the last one.” If ever there was a devastatingly well-timed preemptive strike, that was it. Continue reading