Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

Pupzebubs were ecstatic, to say the least. We've really got to take down that treehouse-- it scares the crap out of me when I walk out into the back yard and she's all the way up on the deck of the treehouse. On the other paw, I'm afraid she'll go way up in the tree if the treehouse isn't there. She's slightly insane, that one. *le sigh*

Tail wagging to beat the band, Praline seemed to be a series of dozens of hinges. Himself says she is like a salmon on meth. True, that.

Good to have my pups at home and me with them. I'll try to get to that range report on Blogorado tomorrow. Was a grand time.

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Rabbit said...

Consider the treehouse as an attack platform against total squirrel domination of the back yard. I'd leave it up. It's the simple pleasures that dogs need most. She may even learn to use it as a hide and launch herself out against ground-borne invasions.

Old NFO said...

Well, she IS part JRT... :-)

Vinogirl said...

Love the second 'airborne' picture :)