The Birthday Hat

Today is Maddy's 4th Birthday!  She wasn't too impressed with wearing the hat for today's Daily Dog Photo Challenge - she looks like she saying "after this there had better be CAKE!".

The Fun Police

Miss Veil here today...
Apparently it is not OK for me to be the "fun police".  I thought I was being pro-active, trying to keep Beckett in line.  Sometimes he can get a little rowdy with his playtime and I was only thinking about his safety ** ha ha**;  Mama said I was not the warden and if I nipped him again, the trusty pink basket muzzle may appear.  He's such a mama's boy, I hardly touched him.  But I got the memo so I will try to hold off on policing his fun.

Wordless Wednesday

Finally Free!

Veil here.. 

Not that I don't enjoy a good hike, but sometimes a girl just wants to run leash free! Please ignore Mom's previous post - she said she would try to remember we were built for speed!!

Worry Wort

I was invited to join a group on Flicker called Daily Dog Challenge.  Where you are given an "assignment" for a daily photo of your dog and I have to say it is a lot of fun.  Todays assignment was an action shot.  I've seen some beautiful photos of dogs running and having a grand time (see Bunny at Tales and Tails and Zoe at Dogs Rock! and many others) but this is where I get, shall I say, paranoid.  I don't know how it happened, but I seem to be turning into one of those over-protective "mothers" that I always made fun of.  I can come  up with any number of reasons throughout the day, why they can't go for a run in the back yard.  I know some of them are reasonable - like they just ate or they are going to eat soon - but when the list starts to grow to:
Too many leaves
Too wet
Too cold
Need their nails cut first
Have to find a bumper to put around the well cap
Maybe we should put foam around the deck supports
Have to check for twigs
and so on;

Of course, these are all things that could be taken care of in short order, until I come up with something else to worry about.  I think I need to lighten up and let them do what they love. 

I think some of it comes from Beckett having a limp every so often, but he really loves to run and here is proof that I used to be a much more fun "Mom".

A Gentleman

Beckett has such good manners -- One morning this week, as I was getting ready for work, and Beckett was in his usual spot (right beside me), he took off out of the room like a shot.  As he got to the hallway, I heard the tell-tale "pfffft, pfffft PFFFT" of the greyhound gas machine going off.  Then he came right back!  I know it was a fluke and he didn't really leave the room just to leave his odorous emmission elsewhere, but it made me smile. 

Wordless Wednesday