Nappin' in the sun

Some folks like singing in the rain.  Me?  I prefer nappin' in the sun.  What a perfect Saturday.

Are we not cute enough?

Do Beth and Michael think we're not cute enough anymore?  Beth asked if she could borrow the blog for a few months to post...wait for it...pictures not involving yours truly and/or Amos Q. Beaglesworth.  I wonder if it has anything to do with our new digs.  We were uprooted for the casa for some reason.  Not sure why, but Beth and Michael keep talking about how much we'll enjoy our next abode.  That we'll have more room to run and play in the great outdoors.

I'm free!

Just call me Houdini bulldog.  After a day in the cone of shame, I escaped!  Take that, Aunt Emily.  5 days in the cone so I wouldn't itch my eye?  Forget about it.  My eye is fine, thank you very much.

I look ridiculous

Lazy Sunday

This Sunday afternoon of indoor sunbathing is brought to you by the letter T.  And the number 2.  That's short for two lazy dogs.

A nap among the sandals

Beth washed our pillows over the weekend so I was forced to improvise a napping surface.  Lucky for me (and much to Michael's chagrin), Beth routinely leaves shoes in the front room.  So comforting.  So relaxing.

It's a scorcher!

It's been stinking hot in Indiana recently.  Temperatures in the upper 90s are not fun for a bulldog like myself.  I've found some comfort by sprawling on the cool tile floor with the cool breeze from the vent in my face.  I wish I could figure out how to rotate pictures.  Maybe it's the heat that's affecting my computer savvy.