So I was walking along the beach, minding my own business and ran into these wild beasts. Very scary! Continue reading
I took the Doodles to get groomed. Sam was getting completely out of control and was looking like a wildman. Luke’s fuzz was falling down over his eyes. I’ve got more photos, more after than before. I’ll get to those and put up any I might particularly like.
In the meantime, here’s this picture of my boy. Sam. He’s a joy in my life.
Of course, any of you who know me, know that whichever doodle I am looking at in the moment, is my favorite. So tomorrow, I’m likely to put up some pictures of Luke and say that he’s the center of my universe. It’s not true. They both are. Continue reading
There are few thing in this world as charming and hard to resist as an Australian Labradoodle. When this one comes trotting toward you with his sweet smile, you are in big trouble. It’s all over. He owns you.
Well, he certainly owns me.And that big one back there. He’s no less dangerous in terms of the deadly love force.
So we went to the beach a while back and I found myself caught short, with only the camera on my cell phone. The whole “best camera is the one you have with you” situation. I did get some pics, but they weren’t very good. We got to do another beach run and all of a sudden I realized that we were getting a do-over. Continue reading
From the time Sam was really little, he seemed not to have a big appetite. Sometimes he would eat. Sometimes he wouldn’t really eat much. And sometimes he wouldn’t eat at all. It drove me nuts because it was really stressful to have my puppy not eating! Continue reading