Part of this morning’s play. The funny thing is, they’re constantly reevaluating and readjusting play. Based on…? I’ve no idea.
But here they are. Purely boring stuff, I assure you.

Hi, I’m Miley. The rastafarians I live with keep me tied up out of doors here, which works for me since my high metabolism conflicts with the ganja smoke. Nice to meetcha, neighbors!

Intruder alert! Intruder alert! Dog the battle stations, dammit! Bree, take your head out of your ass and [...]

…into the rain.

…and not happy about it. She’s got that hunched up, worried look because I threw both dogs out after Daisy peed on Bree’s bed. AGAIN.
And I don’t care that it’s raining.

Sorry it’s so dark, but at least now you’ll see why I worry about Bree and Daisy playing together.

Daisy was a little nonplussed by what she probably took as an alpha roll. Bree, on the other hand, was oblivious.
I have another little movie, but it’s too big; I’ll have to chop it up a [...]

There are two dogs in the picture….

Isn’t that funny?

Bree’s front paw is almost the size of Daisy’s whole head. Now do you understand why it scares me when they play?

She’s simply turning around.

Just some random play pictures…

The rest are beneath the fold.

The dogs are driving.me.insane.

They forget about rain over our long, dry winter. At least Bree has; she went to the door to be let out at least 50 times yesterday… over and over and over, as though the next time I opened the door it would be dry… and each time I opened [...]

We’re here to help.

Really, only Bree is willing to help. Daisy Maisy Dixie Grace is much too busy to bother with you people.