These are the fuzz balls that call our house their home. The one on the bottom is Shadow, Shads for short. He is the one that loves getting in the cabinets and helping himself while we are gone. We usually try to put him in a bedroom when we leave to prevent this from happening. But, sometimes we forget. Once I came home from a basketball game greeted by Shadow sporting something that resembled a white Santa beard. I walked into the living room and found the floor covered in white. Let's just say that flour and dog spit don't exactly mix. They form something that resembles plaster. The steam cleaner got used that night...around 10 p.m.
Su-per.
The dog in the top picture is "my dog." He was the one we adopted from the Humane Society last year (during basketball season...proof I am a tad crazy). Shads I inherited when I married Coach. Summit I begged for and Coach surprised me. He really is a great dog. He doesn't get in the cabinets...yet. Barbies and Claire's toys...that's a different story.
From these lovely mental pictures of our doggy antics I'm sure you can see why we love them...sometimes. But the REAL reason that I have them is because I'm a lilly.
I watch too much CSI, Cold Case Files, etc. Coach is away a lot during the season and I have an overactive imagination. REALLY overactive. I have seen the dogs bark at walkers, cats, deer, and occasionally a plastic bag or newspaper that wanders into the yard. Personally, I wouldn't mess with them. Most of the walkers in our sub cross to the other side of the street when they're out. Proof they actually can be a deterrent...right?
I also have them because dog hair goes with everything. At least I like to think so.
Team update: 2-2 with a game on Saturday. One of our better players blew her knee out yesterday during a scrimmage. Total bummer. We also lost the scrimmage by four. Saturday will be better, yes?
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