Ruger, who is now two, is still the California beach dog. He is so intelligent though! He is the only one who will do "stupid dog tricks". He retrieves like a dream and catches frisbees on the fly. He asks for toys we put up out of his reach. He asks to go outside by politely ringing the bell. And he LOVES the water!
Brooklynn has morphed into the superior slug dog. I think she is saving all her energy for when we leave. She doesn't run as much as she used to, thank goodness! She has a cockeye elbow and is SCARY allergic to spider bites.
Meekah has, if anything, become more neurotic. She actually yells at me for not petting her yet can't seem to stay still enough for me to do it!
I have learned one thing over the last year and a half. And that is that I am nothing but an alternate food source for them.
There they all are.
Waiting at the door.
For their Dad to come home.
Because its only me at home.
Pathetic little creatures aren't they?
