Back to hobbies ... and Life

Finally got a decent photo of our black pug. He's a beut! He has to think about things alot before dealing with them. He has to sniff and sniff and sniff on a spot and think about what it all means. While the boston terrier would just take a quick sniff and head out looking for things to eat or things to chase. The collar he wears has lots of spikes on it ... just to keep Sheba from chewing on it or using it to pull him around.

-- the substitute bus-driver and retired psychobabbler ...

Monday, July 6, 2009

Lunch Time

It is our lunch time ... not his.
Blackened Chicken Tender with Fettuccini

And he is getting bigger and more able to reach the table.
Or to leap onto it from the couch.
So, when we eat ... he goes into the kennel.
He has absolutely no choice in the matter ...

We are so very cruel and inconsiderate. :-)
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