Do you like my yard?
As you can see in the doggy pics, my yard is actually a big mud puddle. The hills above are in California.
Our dog limit of three has not worked out too well. We currently have twelve furballs living with us.
Monty is now nine years old. He is 'The Boss'.
Lucy is 13 1/2 years old and in poor health. Nobody messes with Lucy. If someone doesn't understand that, Monty will step in and enforce the rule.
Morgan is 8 1/2 years old. She is also in poor health. She has liver disease and it seems to be causing small seizures. She is confused and sometimes doesn't know where she is. She has to be watched at all times as she gets into dangerous situations by herself. If Rob or I can't be with her, we leave her in the garage with Samba. That seems to keep her calm.
Tsar sports his lion hairdo from last summer. He is now 6 1/2 years old. After a rocky start, he has turned into a wonderful companion. He does not, however, want to be left alone with Morgan. We tried it once and I heard about it when we returned home.
The pups are now eighteen months old. They will always be 'the pups'. This is Sky, a very handsome fellow.
I need to take a picture of Bailey in her new hairstyle. She looks gorgeous.
Noah is pretty flashy.
Tess got beauty, but was shortchanged on brains.
Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets. Even if she has to steal it.
My Norma Jean.
Fudge is three years old and the cause of all this.
Samba's picture is missing. We have to take some new ones. She is now six years old and never leaves my side.
Monty looking over his domain.
Norma Jean and Lola waiting for the ball to be thrown.
Isn't Noah cute?
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