Waiting for breakfast.
Debra did admit that they’d already eaten – but it looks to me like they want seconds! I just love seeing Phoenix and her big sister bonding over their starvation. 😉
(Thanks for the picture, Debra!)
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Frankie (pictures taken while we were still at Crooked Acres.)
I swear, that boy always has the most serious face.
Okay, well, maybe “smug” is a better description of his face in this picture.
Rolling around in the dirt, waiting for a belly rub.
On the table: his favorite Crooked Acres spot.
Same spot, different bed.
Poser.
“MY box. You go ‘way, lady.”
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Nap time with Newt.
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Previously
2016: Newt fumes.
2015: They’re listed in no particular order.
2014: No entry.
2013: John Smith is just a great big mush of a loverboy.
2012: Goodbye, Elwood.
2011: SQUIRREL TONGUE
2010: I love the alarmed look on Bobby’s face, like “I feel a paw on my shoulder, but NO ONE ELSE IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW!”
2009: I’m starting to think that maybe the floof is in the Kudzu family and we’ll wake up one morning to find it wrapped around the entire house.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: I said, “But (the volunteer) has fourteen cats. FOURTEEN.”
2005: No entry.