rottiemom
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especially for LisaMWDW here are more pictures of my goofy girl Amber:
I was attempting to take a picture of my son passed out in my husband's lap & this happened:
I swear, my husband really does smile for pictures...I must have interrupted Pink Slip Showdown or something
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And here's my girl in all of her folded front leg glory. I don't see how that can be comfortable but it must be because she does it all of the time. Notice the cocked eyebrow spots, as if she's actually paying attention! OMG, also notice the tumbleweed of shed hair
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That sweet, grey muzzle just breaks my heart because rotties lives are SO short but she did start going grey early. I keep teasing her that we'll have to get her Grecian Formula for dogs.
One last shot of her in her favorite position: Flat -n- folded, right in front of the stove:
I swear, she puts herself there not only so that I won't forget about her while I'm cooking if I happen to have a yummy scrap in need of a slavering mouth but probably so that I'll trip over her & end up dropping the roast. And as we all know, once it hits the floor it belongs to the dog.
More tomorrow...in the actual trip report...if nothing else goes horribly wrong tonight (shhhhh).
I was attempting to take a picture of my son passed out in my husband's lap & this happened:

I swear, my husband really does smile for pictures...I must have interrupted Pink Slip Showdown or something

And here's my girl in all of her folded front leg glory. I don't see how that can be comfortable but it must be because she does it all of the time. Notice the cocked eyebrow spots, as if she's actually paying attention! OMG, also notice the tumbleweed of shed hair


That sweet, grey muzzle just breaks my heart because rotties lives are SO short but she did start going grey early. I keep teasing her that we'll have to get her Grecian Formula for dogs.
One last shot of her in her favorite position: Flat -n- folded, right in front of the stove:

I swear, she puts herself there not only so that I won't forget about her while I'm cooking if I happen to have a yummy scrap in need of a slavering mouth but probably so that I'll trip over her & end up dropping the roast. And as we all know, once it hits the floor it belongs to the dog.
More tomorrow...in the actual trip report...if nothing else goes horribly wrong tonight (shhhhh).