I flopped in the floor for some choice Oscar-in-a-sunbeam shots the other morning. Udo helped, of course, so I also captured him being regal.
I often tell Udo that he’s the cutest dog in the universe, and I find this to be true. Look at this face and tell me you don’t see it.
Apparently, I failed to kick last week’s crud, so I’m under the weather again. Luckily for me, our intrepid guard dog doubles as a nurse dog.
We spend a lot of time lately getting ready for our move, so we consider it good when we manage to get a lot done. Yesterday was such a day.
We took Udo out to play in the snow in our front yard this morning. He loves the snow, so was very enthusiastic. Look at this beast.
I always have lots of feline help when I wrap gifts. Stanley prioritizes boxes and wrapping paper over any toy in existence, so he’s all in.
My new job involves a lot of hours, especially at the start, which has resulted in fewer walks and snugs. Mr. Bear dislikes, but he forgives.
Mr. Bear is blowing his coat in preparation for winter, so I’m brushing him a lot lately, and the house always looks like a hairnado hit it.
Udo, aka Mr. Bear, loves his chicken-flavored treats. We call them crunchies, and crunchies is his favorite word. They are a great motivator.
Mr. Bear hurt his foot and took advantage of his treatment and discomfort to sneak onto a forbidden place.