Momma- can you see ok?

I love to kayak and no longer can I go alone.  This is how my view looks as I paddle around....

Sychronized "couching"....

Sam and Maisy are snoring - relaxing and breathing in unison.  One turns, the other does. They told me that is "love".

Guest brings flower, opps, eats flower

Ellen is a visiting dog that likes to run with Sammy.  I "almost" got a flower from her but it tasted too good. Or maybe it was meant for Sam and she chickened out at the last minute.  Since she won't talk, we will never know.

Time to run

Getting snippets of sun, gotta run my boy or he gets plump.  Gotta give Maisy a ride, arthritis, age.  Shanti, does what the hell she wants to do. Today, she rode.  Here is a pic of my boy, running with the golf cart, saying "Look at me! Look at me!".

Birds and fish miss out....

Today my sweet Maisy said, "Screw the fish. I am still hungry."  She ate the bread I meant for the wilder animals but I have yet to tame my sweet pig's appetite.  Here she is, relaxing after a hearty breakfast and bread snacks on the dock.

Sammy does yoga poses

I love boxers because of their clown like nature, looks and poses.  Sam strikes some winners.  If only I were as flexible and unreserved in my yoga practice....

Sam wants his bed back...

I think the expression tells the story, one of horrible abuse.  On dog laundry day, Sam always climbs on my uncovered couch and lays across the uncovered doggie bed, all sad that I do not have things made up for him.

He looks at me as if to say "What is taking so long. This bed is rough without the cover. Why must I suffer so?"