In speaking for me and Sam, we would like to have more privacy and not have a bed out where everyone can see us.

Your bedroom would be just fine.

You really should mind your own business.

I didn't come to Riley's hiding spot to steal her bone.  I was merely looking for dust bunnies. - Shanti Baby, up to no good.

Don't start nothin, won't be nothin biotches.

Take that ski mask off please.

I want to feel your warm, hairless face pressed against mine. - Riley

Lickey lickey that face.

Hmmm. I don't remember gloves being on the DO NOT CHEW list.

But if you say so....- Buddy Love

I'll start tomorrow.

Buddy using his new toy as floss. All while wearing a diaper.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GILWEIWv5pY&feature=c4-overview&list=UUE-3Qwy-lkkepQo4yGEoJpA

THE PLAYERS

For those of you who do not know my five dogs (all rescues), here is the rundown:

Sam I am.  5 year old boxer. Sad face. Good guy. Wants to please. Can play rough. Extremely handsome with bedroom eyes. He is a people pleaser.

Maisy Grey, or Maisy Moo.  16.5 Cancer survivor.  Still walks/rides daily. LOVES to eat. Big girl is food motivated.

 Buddy Love. My special needs child. Loves to tear things up, wears a diaper because he pees on everything, but so lovable and just damn cute!

Riley. Ri- Ri. She is a tomboy. She is a foster, 1/2 Boxer, 1/2 Boston.  40 lbs.  1 year old.  Ripped to shreds athletic.  Ready for her forever home.  Seems to love it here just fine. (Now off my bed).

 Shanti Baby. Black Diva. Thinks she is a cat. Does not seem to like dogs or some people, or much of anything.  She marches to her own drummer and is NOT food motivated. Matter of fact, she hates to eat and is vegan most days.  She does love to ride kayaks, paddle boards, jetskis, trucks, golf carts, etc.

I saw the cutest thing...

So yesterday me and the babies are patrolling the property.  We live sorta out in the country by a lake. So Riley hears something in a leaf pile and dives into it. She is a burly girl, tough 40 pounds of lean muscle.  She is poking around and trying to get whatever it is. Then suddenly she jumps back as if it is something bad (I have seen snakes, snapping turtles, muskrats, possums, etc. on property).  Well...

Buddy (20 lbs), in his little green sweater with a hoodie, sees this, waltzes right over to the big pile of leaves and takes a big whiz on top then stomps right back down the pile and kicks up some dirt. Problem solved. He is a hot mess. He makes me laugh every day.

Buddy Love - Warming up and resting after property patrol.