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They don't usually lie together like this, so of course, I have to get a picture!
Showing posts with label harley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label harley. Show all posts
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Some Recent Pics of Harley and Daisy Mae (OC)

She's got such a pretty face!

Harley's a burrower..

...And also a bad boy. And not very bright.
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Sunday, April 7, 2013
Look at That Face
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Harley and the Laser Pointer
Our youngest mini-dachshund Harley has thing thing with laser lights, or little flashlights. He even goes nuts when you're trying to fool him by holding up a lighter, or a pocket knife, or anything that might make him think it's the laser pointer.
This is what he does when he sees my hand going over towards the area where said laser pointer (and all of the other objects) are. Watch his ears.
This is what he does when he sees my hand going over towards the area where said laser pointer (and all of the other objects) are. Watch his ears.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Pet Shaming

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I'm not supporting this due to its lack of effectiveness, but I love it nonetheless. I think it would really only work if all the dogs in the neighborhood would be forced to have regular meetings, and they'd all have to wear their shaming signs. Oh yeah, and they'd also have to be able to read.
My Rusty's sign would say "I hike my leg around the house" -or- "I get up on tables looking for food".
Harley's sign would read "I wait for Rusty to leave the room, and then I eat his food before my own" -or- "I suckle on Rusty even though he's not my mother - nor is he female".
Reese's would undoubtedly read "I bark wayyyy too much".
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Still Photogenic In His Old Age

Well, Harley's the one who loves to burrow himself under blankets, pillows, t-shirts, whatever he can find. Rusty just loves to have something soft to lay on. Last night he decided to get up and inside the laundry basket that was on the couch. And of course while laughing, I run to find the camera! Crazy wiener. Crazy 9-year old wiener - he just had a birthday.
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