I knew that Bree would periodically walk into and out of the spare room but I never knew what she did there. Yesterday when I told her I couldn’t play at the moment, to come back later… I watched where she went… and sure enough it was straight into the spare/storage room where there [...]

Though we were back from our walk by 8:30a, it was so hot that I gave Bree a cold shower before breakfast.
Here she is, patiently waiting. A truly hideous picture, I had to lighten it to the nth degree so she could be seen, but she deserves her moment in the spotlight. Such [...]

There are photographs of people torturing their dogs all over the blogosphere, most notably dooce’s long suffering Chuck. He’s a pro; I bet that dog could balance cooked ziti on his snout.
Well, I decided today that Bree would balance things. We’ll work up to the pasta.
After she got the message that the biscuit [...]

I caught Arthur and Bree playing in the back this morning… there’s more at Flickr.

At almost 16 months, she’s lost most of the puppy look and has grown into a gorgeous dog worthy of her name… but sometimes I think I should have named her ‘Trouble’.

YsD was firmly ensconced in the guest room when Bree came to us as a puppy a year ago, which means that for her entire life the dog had never seen the inside of that room until Monday night. YsD was vigilant and kept that door closed to any and all intruders with a [...]

Bree is on a modified raw diet. She eats 4 to 6 chicken necks at night and kibble in the morning. Necks, unless Publix is out of them and I have to give her backs or wings. I hate giving her backs; no idea why. Maybe because the chicken butt is [...]