Oh the joy of being a puppy....

Last night as I sat at the laptop typing an email I looked up to see my precious Ebby walking toward me with one of Daddy's feather pillows in tow. If only I had had the camera at that very moment! He was carrying it so that the rip across the middle of the pillow and all of the remaining feathers inside were visible. The rest were making a trail down the hall and into the bedroom. When I finally found the courage to take a look, I found our bed as well as the floor surrounding it (all three sides) looking as if a snowstorm had hit. I suppose when you nurse on a feather pillow but you have big boy teeth, something like this is bound to happen.....

So comfy in his feather bed...

Sneezy!

You better clean this up, Eb/No!

Creatures Great and Small......

Last night Ms.Mandalay stood on the patio barking. Not a "Hey other dogs whats going on out there!?!" or "Hey you, other animal in my yard- get out of here!" bark, but more like a, "Mom, there is something on my patio and I want it off!" type of bark. And so, being the good mommy that I am, I went to check it out. And this was the big, bad problem on her patio:

"I just know its leaving slimey yuckiness on my rug...."

"I'm watching you...."

"Can we eat it!?!"