Another puppy party

This new party member is Shady Thompson. She's an 8 year old pit bull mix and is always up for a treat or some serious back-scratching! Shady comes over a lot and likes to think she rules the roost so Henry and she have disagreements from time to time. But Shady still likes to come over and have marrow bones with her friends.

Foggy mornings and a sneak peek

It's been a long, hot, crazy week around here. I barely even remember taking Daphne the Adorable home on Sunday. On Monday we repaired our DLP tv. It broke ten days prior and when we finally received the new color wheel there was no way Thomas was going to wait to the weekend to do THAT project. It went pretty well, we had most of the tv apart in under 20 minutes. Except for one tiny connector, the last possible thing that needed disassembling before we could put the tv back together, would not come out of the circuit board. Everything we had read about fixing the tv warned about this one connector. DO NOT PULL UP, DO NOT WIGGLE IT, DO NOT GRAB IT BY THE WIRES, DO NOT LOOK AT IT FUNNY OR ELSE IT WILL COME OFF ITS CIRCUIT BOARD AND YOUR TV WILL BE DEAD AND IT WILL BE ALL YOUR FAULT, WE WARNED YOU. So we heeded their advice and talked nicely to the connector, we massaged it and fanned it while we fed it grapes on the veranda. It didn't matter. That connector wasn't going anywhere. It was so stuck and so brittle that it didn't want to budge. Then I got angry. I mangled the hell out of that connector until it finally gave me my way. And then I could move on. And you know what? Replacing a critical part of your tv is not as bad as I thought it would be. It was actually kinda fun! (Minus, of course, that connector and the one hour of my life it stole from me.)

Then came Tuesday and here's a sneak peek of what megalithic DIY project we did THAT day. A new kitchen floor!

Daphne's morning photo sitting

Waiting patiently

Daphne has definitely become a member of the pack today. Whenever one dog barks the other two are right there checking on the problem. And you can't walk anywhere, you cannot take a full stride across the house because you are constantly surrounded by three heavy beasts. But if you mention the word T-R-E-A-T (I have to spell it because if I say it all three sets of eyes lock onto me like I'm going to be a radar-guided missile target if they don't get their T-R-E-A-T RIGHT THIS SECOND, lady) you get three adorable dogs waiting patiently and drooling on the carpet.

Just a little stressed out

We're dog-sitting for a cute basset hound named Daphne. Are there any not-cute basset hounds? I don't think so. But anyway, she's about eight and really loves treats and sniffing. Sniff, sniff, sniff, SNIFF, sniff, sniff, sniff. I've never seen so much sniffing. I think she's sniffed every inch of the living room three times and she loves to sniff the other dogs from tip to tail. Especially their eyeballs and ears. Daphne also enjoys lounging on the bed and napping. She's very personable and loves to cuddle and get a good scratch. She watched the front door for a little while last night hoping maybe her daddy would come back for her but then she got caught up with Henry and Lola and everyone settled down for the night.

Lola on the other hand isn't sold on the idea of a new member in her pack. She has Henry and probably Thomas and me right where she wants us most days and I think the responsibility of herding a fourth pack member is stressing her out because today I caught her like this: