The Dog Blog: O! The Things You Can Do!

Well, I would wish you all a good and glorious day, but truly, looking outside, it isn't. I will not - nay, I simply canNOT - lie to you, my faithful dog blog followers. The fact of the matter is... well, it's utterly ICKY outside. It's just ... BLEARGH. And because I can't control the weather (...yet! *sinister laugh*), I'll do as the puppies do, and find ways to stay content on such a miserly day. Would you like to see what the dogs did? Of course you would. Follow me, and see.

-Dog Blogger #2 out.

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Well, the puppy-ish playing was out in full force today, and because cameras so rarely come with a "Frenzied Puppies Tearing About a Daycare" setting, all of my pictures of the action were just blurs. Fluffy blurs. Instead, please look to Pepper and see the after-effects of such playing.

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Just so you know: if you're a stuffed purple dog toy, you may not want to hang around Kaia. She likes to eviscerate you and your kind. Jus' saying.

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So you're normally a loveable lap-dog named Snuggles - well, the rain has a way of drawing out different personas (la pluie lave tout de suite; vous etes change a cause de la pluie). Observe Snuggles: the dignified model.

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Pfffffft. Rain? It's no big deal for Winston; he's still maxin' and relaxin'.

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While you can't really tell from the picture, the dogs are most assuredly walking atop of my legs. It's win-win, really. They got to do a little hike up Mt Dog Blogger #2, and I got a free shiatsu. WINNING.

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You know what you might find when it rains? Your doppelganger. Mr B and Max are as puzzled as you and me. We're in the Twilight Zone, folks. (*eerie music plays*)

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Rainy days are good for coming clean and telling your friend that always kisses you when she sees you that, well, you like your personal space. Fist bump, anyone?

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Rainy days: Causing The Ears of Dogs to Disappear.

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(Wait, we found 'em. False alarm, folks)

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Rainy days means endless games of fetch indoors. And breaks in-between. Katie takes a breather.

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With your newfound knowledge, go forth, my dears. Celebrate rainy days. Live large, be happy, wag your tails - particularly if it's been groomed with a little puppy pouf at the end (srsly. A-dor-a-ble)

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Another thing to consider on a rainy day: How do the awesome people at Small Paws get almost thirty dogs to sit and pose for a picture? And no, magic is not the right answer.

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