“Love, I don’t know how you feel about this, but I was thinking about letting the dogs go on the couch.”

“Uh oh… we’ll have to have a family meeting, just the four of us.”

Hehe.

Sometimes Jasmine REALLY does not want to go in her crate.

Sam poops in the basement when it rains. It doesn’t matter how long I stand outside with him, or whether or not he’s wearing his raincoat, he always poops inside. It makes me furious and I have to really dig into my psyche to find patience with him.

I don’t want to stand out in the rain either, Sam, and I certainly don’t want to come inside only to pick your poop off of the concrete floor. Grass is for pooping. Dogs can get wet. Mommies shouldn’t have to spend the entire morning worrying about your rainy-day bowels.

Where HE sleeps:

Where SHE sleeps:

Where HE sleeps:

Where SHE sleeps:

And this is why we call Sammy, “Queen”.  Although Jasmine will jump into bed with us for about four minutes, she’d rather be lying on the hardwood floor in the hallway.  With Sammy, I have to push him off the bed an hour later because his snoring is so loud and he is hogging the whole bed.

She can bite my face and I have to let her because she’s a girl and she’s littler than I am.

I like to take them on Tuesdays… not too many people… lots of puppy fun.

Sam sees the neighbor’s dog.