As the dog of the house, I have many duties. One, which I'm not sure I understand but still take seriously, is lifeguard. I become very concerned when my people enter this strange body of water that magically turns colors. Sometimes, it even makes waves like the ocean. But it's much warmer than the ocean.
I watch and make sure my people get in OK, then occasionally I pop my head up to see if they're still there, and then, when I think they've spent enough time in that tub, I'll let them know it's time to get out. It's a tough job, but I'm just the dog to do it.
My Facebook friends all know how I get excited about pizza. Kris and Bob typically order pizza on Friday nights and it's all I can do to keep from knocking over the delivery guy when he brings it to my door. Ahh, the aroma! And I get to eat the bones!!! There are some of you out there who would refer to that as the crust. You can see from these photos how I've developed an ever vigilant eye. The pizza may move, but my head never does until the moment it enters my mouth.
Oh, no. I'm gonna be in big trouble. But I just can't help myself. Paris is so cute I can't quit nibbling at her. I've managed to pop open her back and detach her rear foot a little bit. Kris shakes her head and says that I just love Paris to "death." Fortunately, she was able to perform surgery and get her back closed back up. Her rear foot had to be amputated (sort of like Red) but the stub has healed. I'll try to be a little more careful with her.