Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Will Be Back

Brother Atlasta fixed my computer, but I was away for a seminar this past weekend and now I'm a bit under the weather. So I'll leave you with this cute pic of Tabby Bobcat, asleep:
Awwww . . . . 
Will catch up with Bingo & Reggie on the regular Doggie Monday.  :-)

Monday, February 10, 2014

Doggie Monday

This is going to be a short post for now. My computer has crashed & is getting repaired by Brother Atlasta. In the meantime, I am tippy-tapping on my iPad and can't download any of the lovely pix from this week. I have ordered a new hard drive which should be here by Tuesday. I got out my old laptop but will have to get Atlasta to update it because I can't get online. *sigh*  First world problem, I know. So Doggie Monday might come on Wednesday.

I will say this, tho. Last Wednesday I came home & opened Reggie's crate & then gave Bingo belly rubs on her bed. Reggie's tail goes thunka-thunka-thunka in his crate. Then he came out, sniffed my ear, and gave me little kiss on the cheek and then went back in his crate. We continue to have progress!

Monday, February 3, 2014

Doggie Monday

We've had warms days and snowy days. So this post is a snow sandwich; warm, bare days on either side of snow. Ready? Here we go!

The bird feeder is a source of entertainment for Reggie. 
 But REALLY what he's after is this:
Squirrel feeder, so they'll leave some food for the birds! Initially I screwed it on the railing, but I looked out to see Reggie gnawing on it. 'member all that rain we had? Yeah. I dismantled it, all gooey. I put it up higher so that Reggie couldn't get to it. 
 And then this:
Cheeky.
Here's Bingo hanging out on the porch:

So distinguished. This is her "Bingo for President" look.

Reggie coming to say hullo. Hullo. A bit muddy!

Hullo.

Pensive.

Presidential.
 Reggie comes back:

*yawn*

*yawn*

Hullo.
 Bingo sunning herself:


Soliciting belly rubs.

Ah-choo!

Bat girl!

SNOW!



Dancing.


This was so funny. Reggie found this old cup under the deck. I looked out the window to see him doing the death shake that dogs do. You know the kind; where they shake their heads, clutching whatever it is in their mouths. Like my shoe. Anyway, here he is:

Come on, Bingo! Let's play!














And then he trotted off behind the deck for more privacy. 

Hullo.
 Non-Snowy Part Again
Hullo.