Catching Up…

Krista and I visited Eric at FGCU last month. We watched practice, shopped, and ate.



Krista brought t-shirts for E’s fans back home


My enrichment dog for the last two months was Millie. I adore her. I wish she would get adopted because she breaks my heart.



We celebrated our 7 year anniversary on Sept. 8th


I still work at The Watering Bowl and often take KC with me, although she hates it because the dogs sniff her. She either sits in the corner until it’s time to leave or scratches at my pant leg hoping I’ll pick her up.

I took this on our way to work. How excited does she look?


At work a couple of weeks ago, a German Shepherd grabbed my foot as I was walking through one of the gates. Bit a hole through my shoe but didn’t break the skin. The hazards of doggie daycare…


My sweet Stellie is celebrating a birthday this month‚ĶOctober 25th. She’ll be 11 and you’d better believe we’re having a party. She LOVES her birthday parties ūüôā Okay, well maybe it’s the cookie cake she loves.


Some sad news ūüė¶ ūüė¶ ūüė¶ ‚Ķ.

My stepsister Ami passed away last week. She was a few years younger than me. She died of an alcohol-induced seizure. She and my brother Mike, who are half-siblings, as well as my brother Ryan were very close.


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Last week I drove to Florida to bring Eric his new car! He loves it.


I stayed for an extra day before flying back. I saw his room, which is entirely taken up by the twin beds he pushed together. He can’t open his drawers or get to his closet. I had to leave because he wouldn’t let me help organize anything and it gave me anxiety.

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A guest bed in, where else, the living room


The kitchen he shares with 3 teammates


He was pretty happy when I left, now that he can get around without relying on others



The team on the first day of official practice…


Last week (it’s been a busy week) my dad got a new hip and his dog Buddy got to visit him.


The day after being released¬†from the hospital, his wife, my stepmom Trudy, was in a serious car accident and fractured her thoracic spine. Both are now home with matching walkers. Trudy’s, however, is turbo enhanced, helping her easily beat my dad when racing to the bathroom. Ryan drove down to help direct traffic and get things back in order. Thank you, Ry!

Eric doesn’t get Fox Sports 1, so we FaceTimed so he could watch the Cardinals beat the Dodgers. So he could watch the Cardinals beat the Dodgers.

Ooh, sorry. I stuttered.

In bold.


My new enrichment dog Whirlwind is a hoot. She’s been at the shelter for a few years. She loves people but hates dogs – I mean REALLY hates dogs – so it’s hard to get her adopted.


A quick shout out to my hubby, who supports wholeheartedly tolerates my need to be around dogs. He knows it makes me happy. Happy wife, happy life.


Valentine still needs a home. He’s lived at the doggie daycare for 8 months since we rescued him. He’s not unhappy there, but I’d love to see him in a home. Such a cool dog. We think he’d be great with the right dog (he’s selective), older kids would be fine, and he LOVES women. He needs to be introduced to people, but once he knows you, he adores you. And you will know it.


Next Friday, Oct 17th, is Dunk City After Dark – NCAA Midnight Madness. You can watch Eric on ESPN 3 (live stream) at 9 PM EST.


And this picture just because I took it yesterday and think it’s cool. Did I ever tell you I love taking pictures?

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Hope everyone is hanging in there. Life can be rough sometimes, I know, but it could always be worse. Believe me, it could always be worse.

Stella and KC Host a Pittie Party

Stella and KC had themselves a pittie party this weekend, inviting a few of their closest pit bull friends over for a Memorial Day swim.

Most had attended doggie daycare – so we knew everyone was dog friendly – but just like with kids, the introductions were slightly awkward. ¬†Once they met (sniffed each other’s butts), got over their shyness (ran away), and established ranks and set boundaries (growled), everyone relaxed and had fun.

KC only showed her true (mean girl) side once…when claiming her outside couch-throne. ¬†A few minutes inside for a time out, though, and she got the message.

Nancy and her recent foster fail, Big Kahuna (with a name like that, you know he’s from Stray Rescue) get used to the water


And he’s off!


Tot, rescued by Stray Rescue with her brother Tater and adopted by my friend Nicole, brought her own pool to the party.


With help from her mom, Tot tries out the big girl pool


Despite prodding from his mom Kelly, Zeus wants noooo part of that wet stuff


Big Kahuna and Chomper became fast friends


Chomper and Tot in a neck and neck race


Cockapoo KC has no problem partying with the pitties.  Here she passes by Niki, who chooses not to follow the crowd.


Nicole, Tot and KC enjoying the sunshine


Totter Tot


Zeus – biggest momma’s boy love bug ever


Nancy and her handsome boy BK


Nicole rethinks her snack time idea. Actually, they were all very well-behaved ūüôā To her right (besides me laughing my head off) is Mia, a pugador (pug-labrador), whose dad Brad works with me at the Watering Bowl.

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Tot getting a leg up on Chomper to get to the cheese


Mesmerized by the cheese, Zeus tries to will it into his mouth


Stella, almost 11, made an appearance until nap time; then we never saw her again.


We had one minor mishap. Tot, whose legs are as short as a Basset Hound’s, took a flying leap from the 4-foot wall to the pool deck and landed on her chin. We don’t know how she didn’t break a leg or her jaw.


Our hope for the day was to hang out with friends and watch the pups run around and wear themselves out.

Based on the pictures sent to me later…

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‚ĶI’d say the party was a success.

Barry White, My New Love

I took my new enrichment dog, Barry White, on the Stray Rescue group walk


We stopped at a place called Paradise Cove

The white dog in front is my former enrichment dog, Boogie Pilgrim


Barry and I then headed to Forest Park.

Where he relaxed










and smiled


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He needs a home!

Save Flowers From Hungry Rabbits, Valentine the Rescue Dog, No Sweets for 30 Days, and More…

Rabbits eating your flowers? ¬†Last year we spent hundreds of dollars on flowers for our front and back yards only to have rabbits eat every last one within a week.¬†¬†Larry and I joked that they were telling their friends, “Hey guys, come over to this house‚Ķthey’ve got flowers for everyone. And tell your friends and their kids!” Seriously, every day we’d look out and there seemed to be more and more rabbits noshing on our annuals and roses. We tried spraying the flowers with a store-bought deterrent, but you have to spray constantly, especially if it rains. ¬†Before the gardener replaced the flowers, I searched the Internet for a solution. I was not going to let those little buggers win again.

The solution? ¬†I went to our dogs’ groomer and asked for all the dog fur from their floor that day. ¬†They thought I was nuts but gladly complied. I spread it around my flower beds and it worked! I was so excited! The rabbits must have gone to someone else’s house (sorry neighbors!) since my yard was filled with “dogs.” ¬†I told the groomer that it worked, and she’s going to try it herself this year. ¬†When our flowers are planted in a couple of weeks, I will be armed and ready.

Valentine, the dog we rescued,¬†is¬†doing great. He still lives at the doggie daycare. ¬†His leg is healed, he’s sweet as can be, and he’s looking for a home.

He runs…

He’s obsessed with ice cream…

and he loves field trips…

No sweets for 30 days‚ĶME‚ĶLynne Moeller, the one who orders dessert instead of dinner, who eats candy everyday, and who could eat frosting out of a can. ¬†THIR-TY DAYS WITHOUT SWEETS. Can you believe it? ¬†People who love sugar as much as I do say, “I don’t think I could do that. I love sugar too much.” That’s what I thought, too.

I started one day using the Lift app on my iPhone. ¬†It’s an app based on the premise that it takes 21 days for something to become a habit. Check marks and motivational sayings help keep track of the days. On Day 3 of no sweets I was ready to give up. I happened to see a friend’s Facebook post that she was on Day 3 of no sugar (I wasn’t as drastic‚ĶI still had wine, ketchup, salad dressing, etc. There’s sugar in everything.) We exchanged phone numbers, and through encouraging text messages to each other, got through the 30 days. We’d send each other pictures of sugary treats tempting us at any given moment, and an instant, encouraging reply would stave off the craving. “You can do this!” ¬†I couldn’t have done it without this buddy system. The first week or 10 days was the hardest. And to be honest, I messed up three times: once in the early stages (Day 2, I think) when I had a bite of cookie cake, once out to dinner with friends when Larry and I shared a dessert, and once two nights ago when Larry brought home a Peanut Butter and Chocolate Rice Crispie Treat from a Chicago bakery (I know, right?) It might sound like I’m a big failure, and I suppose an asterisk is in order, but if you knew how much sugar, candy, cookies and treats I ate every day you’d be impressed. I stopped putting creamer in my coffee about a year ago and only drink it black. That was probably the hardest of all to change, so with that out of the way and already a habit it helped. But the “21 Days to Form a Habit” mantra is SO true. You really can change. I no longer need my nighttime licorice or ice-cream fix. If I do decide to eat something sweet it will be because I choose to, not because sugar has control over me. Interestingly enough, I didn’t lose any weight, but I feel better so that’s all that matters.

To help with cravings I drank Celestial Seasonings Bengal Spice tea; ate plain yogurt with strawberries, blueberries and walnuts; and ate these (yum):

Two-minute Rule:¬† One more thing I want to share‚Ķ On the Lift app someone mentioned the two- part two-minute rule to help productivity. ¬†Here’s how it works (and it really works!):
  1. If you think of a task to be done and it takes two minutes or less, do it RIGHT when you think about it. It’s amazing how many little things can get done this way.
  2. If you have a big task to do, tell yourself you’ll do it for two minutes and then allow yourself to stop. ¬†Chances are you’ll finish the task completely.
There you have it. My 2 cents.

Making a Difference‚ĶA Day to Remember

I have to write about yesterday. Not because I’ll forget – I’ll never forget – but so I’ll remember the details. ¬†
Stray Rescue, through a grant from Humane Society of the United States and PetsMart Charities, held a free vaccinations and spay/neuter event at a park in North St. Louis City.  This is the neighborhood where Randy and his team find most of the 500+ stray dogs (and cats) currently available for adoption, some of whom live at the shelter and some in foster homes.
Many people in this neighborhood do NOT spay and neuter their pets, nor do they take great care of them. But they cared enough that 650 dogs and cats got vaccinated, and for that I must celebrate.
I was one of five or six data collectors who went through the line and helped people fill out the forms necessary for their pets’ to get distemper and rabies vaccinations. ¬†We also were told to encourage those whose pets weren’t already spayed and neutered to accept the offer to sign up for these free services to be done at a later date.¬†
Hundreds of people were in line.  One form had to be filled out for each dog. Most people had more than one dog, many had four and five dogs.  One lady had six small dogs, including a tiny Yorkie and a one-eyed dachshund in a stroller. 
Forty or fifty volunteers participated in the event. I’m sure everyone has stories to tell of what they saw and experienced. These are mine:
A man and his wife had three or four dogs, including an 8- or 9-week old puppy that squirmed in his arms and fell to the concrete while I filled out their form. ¬†The puppy seemed okay, but I heard his head hit the concrete! ¬†With so many people still to collect info from, I had to move on. That was the beginning of the day. My friend Sandy and I huddled together at one point and said we didn’t think we could do this again.¬†
One old man had four big dogs. I filled out his forms for him, since I could tell he was illiterate (we were told to watch for this). Someone was with him to help handle the dogs, but the old man held the leash of one big dog that tried to lunge at someone walking by and the dog pulled him to the ground. He held on to the dog, and he wasn’t hurt, but he obviously has his hands full with four big dogs.¬†
I saw a pit bull puppy with bright blood-red eyes, with the bottom lids bulging out. He had something called cherry eye.
One couple had two male pit bulls with them. The woman was holding a two-week-old pit bull puppy whose eyes were barely open. She said that Animal Control had taken away the mom (I didn’t ask why), the rest of the puppies were at home and this was the runt. She didn’t want to leave him at home. She said she had to bottle feed the puppies every few hours.
I only saw one or two really skinny dogs with their ribs showing.
My friend Nancy told me this story: ¬†One man said his dog had had diarrhea and vomiting and hadn’t eaten in a while. She was completely lethargic and could barely lift her head. Randy Grim was at the event, and when Nancy brought this dog to his attention, he had someone drive back to the shelter for a parvo test. The dog tested positive, and Randy told the guy that without emergency treatment the dog would die. Randy offered to treat her for free, and she was whisked off by one of the Stray Rescue staff to the specialty hospital they use. Randy even gave the guy his personal cell phone number. (I LOVE RANDY!)
Many people had huge, heavy chains on their dogs instead of leashes. One boy had a chain and padlock on his two- or three-month-old pit bull puppy. ¬†Another young guy’s dog’s collar was so tight that he could barely breathe. We told him it was a “little” too tight. He said, “Oh, sorry.” He didn’t know any better. ¬†It’s so sad ūüė¶ ¬†One of our volunteers cut the collar off with a pocket knife and we replaced it with a new one. ¬†Some people used belts as a collar- and leash-in-one. ¬†Some used electrical cords. ¬†Some had no collars or leashes and carried their dogs through the line. A few dogs escaped their owners and were corralled by volunteers. One man’s two pit bulls fought each other as he tried to hold them apart. ¬†I saw lots of people carrying sticks to hit their dogs with if they misbehaved in line. ¬†And they used them. And we weren’t allowed to say anything except maybe suggest a different way of getting the dog to behave. ¬†It felt kind of hopeless. Like they’re just going to go home and treat the dog any way they want regardless of what we say, so what’s the point? I know that’s not the right way to think, but it really was overwhelming. After the fourth of fifth hour you kind of just want to give up.
One young girl I saw was higher than a kite, probably on heroin. She was definitely in another world. She moaned and groaned and her eyes were not focused. She picked her small dog up off the ground by the leash when he didn’t listen to her. ¬†I saw this out of the corner of my eye down the line, but I had to keep going.
We were told to be understanding and nonjudgmental. It hurts to see dogs treated like that for seven hours. ¬†It’s shocking. I was in disbelief. My heart hurt. It was traumatizing, really. I needed to go home and recover. Another day or two of that and I think I could be diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I couldn’t get the sad state of the dogs out of my head. ¬†I know the people love their dogs, but they show it in the only ways they’ve been taught, which in itself is sad to think about.¬†
Okay, for all the bad (I feel better getting that all out), let me tell you about the good.
Thankfully the weather was beautiful…sunny but not too hot. 
A lot of people had little foo foo dogs Рshitzus, yorkies, cockapoos, pomeranians Рthat were perfectly and recently groomed, with little hair bows and outfits.  The volunteers laughed about the extremes  Рthere were either little foo foo dogs…or pit bulls. Nothing in between.
One well dressed man told me his dog, a beautiful, healthy, happy, 8-year-old black and white pit bull, was his “son.” We talked for 10 minutes about how he hates the bad rap that pit bulls get and that he likes to use his dog as an example of how friendly and well behaved they can be. ¬†As they walked to their car after going through the line, I ran up and said goodbye. ¬†I met several people I chatted with in line that I said goodbye to as they left, and I thanked them for coming.¬†
A young man with a pit bull puppy wouldn’t let him drink out of the water bowls we provided along the line. He asked if he could have a bottled water for himself. We had water for volunteers, but I told him I would get him one if he gave his puppy some of it. After I got it, I said, “You don’t want your puppy to drink out of the bowl?” He said, “No, it’s dirty.” I thought it was cute that he was so concerned, and probably rightly so, about his puppy drinking out of the same bowl so many dogs had used. He asked if he could throw the water in the bowl out. I said yes, and he rinsed it out with the clean water from the bottle a couple of times before finally filling it for his dog. Very sweet.
Good and bad: ¬†Some people (mostly men but a few women) who did not want their dogs spayed or neutered were adamant about it. ¬†They wouldn’t look at me and just said “NOPE,” or “I want her to have puppies,” or “I breed them.” I wanted to drive them to the shelter 10 minutes away to see the hundreds of little, pleading pit bull faces staring up through the cages and ask them why. But I didn’t spend a lot of time on those people. I gave my little spiel, but I could tell the ones who weren’t going to be swayed and I don’t have the persistent personality it takes to continue with them any further. There were volunteers specifically assigned this task, so I left it to them. BUT‚Ķ I had quite a few I DID talk into spay and neuter! It felt so good. Some were on the fence about it, but with a free offer worth $100 to “fix” their pet, which included a free microchip and nail trim, how could they pass it up! I got one guy to get all four of his dogs spayed and neutered.¬†
Although it was tough to see how some of the pets were treated, all of the people were polite, friendly, grateful, and patient, despite the long lines and hundreds of restless, barking dogs. Which is probably the only reason I would consider volunteering for this event, held every six months, again. Well, that and the chance to pet dogs all day. 
And feeling like I made a little difference in a little corner of the world. 

Raise the ‘Woof’ Wednesday – Rescued: A Dog Named Valentine

Happy Valentine’s Day to this boy…
What a story!
On Sunday, February 9th, Larry and I were driving to dinner during a snowstorm and saw a pit bull running down Ladue Road. In the 16 years I’ve known Larry and have driven around Ladue, I have never seen a stray dog there, let alone a pit bull!
We tried to coax him into the car, but he was terrified. Turning onto Lindbergh Blvd., we followed him as he ran along the middle concrete barrier. With our flashers on, we drove slowly alongside him with

the door open. ¬†I even stopped and got out, but he took off. ¬†A few cars behind us could see the dog and what we were trying to do. By this time it was snowing hard and the streets were covered. ¬†He stopped in a parking lot to eat scraps he’d found, so we pulled in. A nice guy in his early 20s saw us and pulled over to offer crackers. The dog’s ribs were showing, and he was obviously starving. He lowered his head and eyed me as a I got out of the car and moved towards him, not sure whether he should continue eating the scraps and risk being captured, or skip the meal and run.

Fear won, and he ran.
He ran down a side street, so I followed him, but my car was sliding in the snow. Larry had had enough of Lynne’s Rescue Rover mission and wanted to eat. I’m sure he regretted letting me drive to dinner. But we lost sight of the dog anyway, so…
Mission aborted.
Back at home, I posted on Facebook the video I took of him running, hoping someone would see it and ¬†catch him. ¬†I couldn’t get him out of my head. It was freezing outside. How would he survive? What if he got hit by a car?¬†
Four days later, that’s what happened.
On February 13th, a girl named Tracy, whom I didn’t know, messaged me on Facebook that she saw a picture of a dog who’d been hit by a car that night that looked like the one I had posted. ¬†We found through Facebook messages that he was taken to Animal Control. The town where he was hit, St. Charles, was 12 miles away. I didn’t see how it could possibly be the same dog.¬†
But it was.
Unbelievably, we found through witnesses (via Facebook) that the dog had first been hit on the morning of February 13th, somehow ran another mile, and was hit again at 6:00 at night, this time severely. A police officer stopped traffic and several people helped secure the dog. He was taken to Animal Control, where Tracy knew the supervisor, and we were told he’d be taken to a vet the next morning. ¬†On the morning of February 14th, I drove 35 minutes in the snow and sleet to see the dog whom the vet had named Valentine. ¬†After finding out he had a dislocated and severely fractured femur and abrasions everywhere, and knowing that normally in this case Animal Control would have him euthanized because they don’t have the funds to save a severely injured stray dog with no microchip or tags, Tracy and I decided to save him. ¬†So many people – especially ME! – had put too much time, energy and emotion into him to let him die.
We got a rescue, CAPA, to back him, but we agreed to be financially responsible, as they, like so many small rescues, are extremely short on funds. ¬†With Animal Control’s permission, I drove him to VSS, a specialty veterinary hospital. ¬†His options were amputation of the severely broken leg or a femoral head and neck excision to try to save it. I opted to save it. He had surgery that night, February 14th. ¬†I left VSS at 4:00 in the afternoon and hurried home to my human valentine‚Ķjust in time for dinner ¬†ūüôā
Valentine will need follow up visits and physical therapy but otherwise is doing very well. The police officer who was on the scene is interested in adopting him, so we’ve kept him in the loop.
In the meantime, if anyone could please donate to his surgery and care, I would really, really, REALLY appreciate it! Thank you so much ūüôā Even five or 10 dollars‚Ķit all adds up!
You can also see updates on his Facebook page at Valentine’s Journey¬†
If you’re unable to donate, please go to his page, “like” it and share or share this blog post. Thank you all!!¬†

Picture I took as he was running down Lindbergh on February 9th. Heavy snow started falling (you can see it a little bit in the light near the top of the picture) and within ten minutes the streets were covered.
He had a loose collar on

The picture posted on February 13th after he had been hit by at least two cars…once in the morning and this time, which was at 6:00 at night. You can see his dislocated back left leg.

Skinny baby ūüė¶ at Animal Conrol

This is at the first vet’s office before I took him to VSS

It was February 14th when he was taken from Animal Control in the morning to the vet, where they named him Valentine

I spent four hours at the first vet as we tried to figure out what to do and to find a rescue to back him. This vet office kitty snuggled up to me as I waited ūüôā

At the first vet’s office, they gave him pain medicine, so he was pretty loopy when I saw him

Transferring him from the first vet’s office to my car for the ride to VSS

The day after surgery

A pain patch on his shoulder 

The poor boy was a mess…His underside was black and blue

And everything was swollen ūüė¶
But he felt better every day and was released on Monday, four days after surgery.
Tracy took him to the doggie daycare she owns, which is where he is now.
The first night out of the hospital…
He has a heart-shaped freckle on the tip of his nose
I made a valentine for my Valentine

Below are short video clips….
I took this of him running down Lindbergh on February 9th.

The day I took him from Animal Control to VSS for his surgery. He had been slightly sedated here in preparation for surgery:
Leaving the hospital:
His first night out of the hospital he was crying because he didn’t want to be alone. He was used to the bright hospital lights and people everywhere:
He knows “shake”!
He was very quiet and aloof the first few days. We weren’t sure if he was friendly, but look at that tail wag‚Ķfinally!¬†
Thank you to all the people involved….those who went out in the snowstorm to look for him the first night I sent out a plea; Tracy who helped me find him, is giving him tender loving care, made him a Facebook page, and is helping to raise funds; the police officer who stopped traffic and was with him when he was hurt; everyone who has donated; and everyone who has visited him. 
For all who have cared…thank you.

Raise the ‘Woof’ Wednesday – Farewell to Funnybone / Romeo Turns 2

My friend Donna’s dog Funnybone passed away last week. Funnybone had knee surgery not too long ago but was doing great and running around like a crazy woman. ¬†After her morning potty break, she got back in bed and at some point passed away cuddled right up to her momma.

Blue and Donna comforting each other…

Scout misses her sidekick sister desperately, and finds comfort in sleeping in Funnybone’s bed

¬†Funnybone was rescued from the streets by Stray Rescue. After some time she was able to be paired with another dog. It’s exciting when dogs are paired because it means they can get along with other dogs.
Here is Funnybone just after meeting her new Stray Rescue roommate…
Donna started taking Funnybone on hikes with Four Directions Hiking, and she may have taken her home a time or two…more than likely for a bath. 
But that’s it. Donna had too many dogs already, and she certainly didn’t want a dog as bad as¬†Funnybone.
In this picture on her Facebook page, Donna’s comment says “I ordered her not to get into my heart!”
Funnybone’s typical rebellious reaction was to do just that.
And Donna brought her home. 
For good.
And that’s when she became kind of famous.¬†
Donna posted pictures of her on Facebook.
She was a riot.  
¬†Because of People Donna’s postings, people who had never met Funnybone felt they knew¬†
her and were saddened by her death.
She was an absolute character. And it wouldn’t surprise me if her mom wrote a book making Funnybone the star.¬†
She would love that. 
Being the center of attention was her mission in life.
That and taking a piece of our hearts.
She always did get what she wanted.
I love you, sweet Bone.

¬† A 6-year-old boy said this: ¬†“People are born so they can learn how to live a good life – like loving everybody all the time and being nice. ¬†Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”

The very next day after Funnybone passed away, Donna wanted to proceed with plans she’d had to host a birthday party for Romeo, the dog she rescued that lived outside his entire life.¬†Donna decided Romeo’s birthday is on Valentine’s Day, so she wanted to celebrate his turning 2. ¬†It’s not easy to muster up a smile when you’ve just lost your best friend, but I suspect seeing this cute face made it a little easier.
Is this not the face of a dog happy to finally live inside? We all cringe to think he would be in his wooden doghouse in these snowy, below zero conditions we’ve had.
He has got to be one of the happiest, friendliest dogs I know.
Emilee and Sandy

Nancy, Romeo’s grandma, and Kelly

Donna and her baby Scout

Romeo did great with our friend Kathleen’s baby Emily

Kelly and Romeo

Romeo opened a few birthday presents

Yep, crazy dog people and proud of it

Donna, Romeo, and Kathleen’s little boy Max

Alyson, Emily, Romeo’s grandma, and Kelly. I can’t believe I didn’t get a picture of Romeo’s mom, Becca!

Max fell asleep sitting up

Bittersweet week, to say the least. 
Life is that way.
Love while you can.