Don and Ron, a Tete a Tete

California 2010

'Ain't no sunshine when he's gone...

it's not warm when he's away.
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone,
and he's always gone too long
anytime, he goes away...'
(sorry Al Green)

'Damn, Damn, Damn.......

I've grown accustomed to his face, he almost makes my day begin.
I've grown accustomed to the tune, he whistles night and noon, his smiles, his frowns, his ups, his downs,
are second nature to me now, like breathing out and breathing in,
I was serenely independent and content before we met...surely I could always be that way again and yet,
I've grown accustomed to his looks, accustomed to his voice, accustomed to his face...'

(apologies to Lerner and Loewe)

Almost a Week's Worth of Good Boy Bones...

the puppy really only likes the chicken in the middle of these bones. You can see that he's been a REALLY good boy. If your dog likes slightly chewed teensy rawhide bones, drop me an email and they are yours, as the puppy is flying to Los Angeles tomorrow. This pile could actually double by then.

When the LA dogs don't believe his tales...

of snowdrifts higher than his head, of running outside with temps at 14 below zero in three layers of puppy jackets and t-shirts, the puppy can send them here to my blog and show them proof positive. Don't ever let it be said that this teensy pooch is not a trooper.