Four Years Old. Yikes!

Yesterday was Bella's fourth birthday - I can't believe she's four! She's such a sweet, charming little fluff, though with her own share of pigheadedness and bossiness! Here she is with her new lead and collar and a birthday snack:

And this pic is from earlier this month at a Reading with Rover event, just because she's cute!

The rain makes our lives boring!

Not being able to go outside is so not fun! This is what we've been up to:

Discovering alternate uses for grooming tables and alternate uses for vacuum cleaners. Because who really needs a well-groomed dog and a clean house?

I love my new toy!

I recently upgraded my camera to something a little spiffier - the most exciting feature is the one that enables me to catch the Flying Flynn in action. It'll take up to 15 photos per second, which ends up looking like one of those little flip books when you flip through them in the photo preview thingy-bobber. The nasty weather has prevented me from testing it out, so we finally braved the sloggy, nastiness (half-melted snow) to check it out. This ungraceful sequence is my absolute favorite. It probably won't have the same effect with scrolling instead of flipping . . . oh well.

So slushy, muddy, and yucky! 

I love this little squirt!

Unfortunately for all of us, the venture into SlushLand resulted in baths for all. Are they all clean? Yes. Are they all dry? Mostly (next upgrade: real dryer). Is my back broken? Probably.

Super-Duper Exciting!

Flynn and I had our very first formal obedience class tonight (and, to be perfectly honest, it's the only obedience class of any kind that any of my dogs have been to - so it's kind of all an adventure). We love it. Flynn thinks the held recall is the best game ever. Now, if only I could get him to run between my legs instead of launching his whole sixty pounds of fluff at my face . . .

So exciting! This is going to be so good for his brilliant, ADHD, wild-child brain and for my very limited handling skills.

You Stole My Chew . . .

. . . which I had rightfully stolen from you. 

 

Could there be any more picturesque expression of complete disgust?

 You'll notice that there's a perfectly good, almost entirely unused chew right there in front of him. 

It's just not good enough unless it's stolen property.

Baby, It's Cold Outside!

We are freezing to death, here in the Pacific Northwest. I don't usually see hoarfrost on this side of the mountains, but man, it's sticking up at least an inch right now. The one great advantage to this is that the little Furry Beast can be outside as long as he wants to without getting hideously muddy - hoorah! It's also been sunny instead of drizzly, so, really, I shouldn't be complaining at all. And it makes for much better collies-playing-in-the-field photo opportunities. So, this is pretty much what our New Year's Eve and New Year's Day looked like:

C'mon! You know you want to play!

 

Who, me? Come? What's that?

These two are a little older, but they are too fun. And they show you how badly I needed to sweep; maybe it'll shame me into doing a better job of it . . .