Dogs

This is the dog that lives here.  My favorite part of her little dog face is just under her nose, where the DNA said put the black here and then a little bit of pink to spice things up.  I love Lulu's face.  She has such a kind gaze.

And this is the dog that THINKS he lives here:

This is Spunky, hollering for me give him a Milk Bone.  He jumps the four foot fence that divides my back yard from his Dad, Roger's, back yard.  Lulu is his best friend ever.  He comes to the back door every morning and stands there hoodling until we let him inside.

By the way, lest you think you've seen something unsavory at the top of the pic, rest easy.  Those are fallen pecans I haven't had a chance to pick up yet.