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Saturday, May 30, 2009

A Dogs Life

I have spent the day slaving away over my scrapbooking table trying to get caught up. Today I was working on youngest daughters baby book. She's 14. It's never going to end. Anyway, I'm feeling zapped creatively, but I've been wanting to post some of these pictures.

This is, of course, Juneau. He is a St. Louis Cardinals fan. He loves Albert Pujols because he is an awesome player as well as an all-around good guy. But Juneau also likes Yadier Molina.


Is this Jenny sleeping? Or perhaps rigor mortis has set in...

Jenny and Juneau hiding under the bed during a thunderstorm. Juneau never used to be afraid of storms til he learned it from Jenny. We just adopted Jenny in february from Hope Animal Rescues. We don't know where she learned to hide in the bathtub during storms, but that's usually where she'll go. When we're in my room she goes under the bed (I have a garden tub with windows around it, I don't think she feels safe there).


Ahhh. Poor Sasha. She was an American Eskimo like Juneau. She died on Mothers Day last year. She was only 1 & 1/2 but she got encephalitis. I think her little ghostie is still hanging around tho. I have a digital frame and sometimes it freezes on a picture of Sasha. Never on anyone else, just her...


Juneau is also addicted to Starbucks. That's why I have to go there day in and day out. It's not for me...it's for him. Promise.

Juneau and Sasha again before she died. Cutie pies, huh?