Mallory can wash, trim, and tickle just like a professional manicurist.
She gets over zealous sometimes, but she's just a puppy...and still learning.
That's my girl!
For some reason, Tom's not into the pedicures...Artimus and Gollum pass as well. Just let me know if you need a little foot work; Mallory works cheap.
We didn't know how much he would like walking back and forth; almost pacing and patrolling his way across the top of the wall.
He stopped to growl at a fly, but then kept trotting along. He stopped to sniff.
When Mallory discovered her brother on the wall, she became very upset. She wanted to rescue him; she flung herself at the wall a couple of times until Tom reassured her.
It was really cute how much Artimus enjoyed it. I guess any time he gets singled out to do something different, he feels special.
Whoa, Artimus, you are up toooo high!! Daddy will catch you if you fall. (He didn't fall though) =)
Mallory is the obvious center of attention here: just look at the extra leg in these pictures. That's Artimus!!
You made my weekend fun!
Please do not ever get sick again.
We can't handle it.
You are too precious and too young.
Mallory got very ill very quickly, so I'm happy that she recovered a little before Tom left for his trip. She loves him so much.
And he loves her too, for sure.
Hey Baby! I hope you are having a wonderful time. Tell Mike and Kent hello for me.
We love our fun Dad and handsome Husband!
Artimus even tries out the DRHorton chair when he gets warmed up a bit.
When the sun comes out, they will venture out into the yard, but not for long.
Back to the dog bed, the heater, or in Gollum's case, usually my lap. This is the look I get from Gollum when he wants to be in my lap.
The Rottweiler beast is in his way, though. So, back to the heater, and the Itailian Greyhound poses.
I spend a lot of time in a new place called "the laundry room." Consequently, Gollum decided he would like to be in the laundry room too. As he calculated this in his head, he determined he would like to be asleep AND in the laundry room.
Something clicked when he stuck his head into the dryer to see what all this "folding" business was about. The light bulb in his little head lit up the room. It's WARM in the dryer!
This ended my folding chores for the day. I had to let him relax in his new favorite place. I guess I'll be doing laundry in secrecy from now on if I want to accomplish anything.
