Andrew came and spent the weekend, mostly so he could roll around with the dogs. Here’s another crappity Treo pic, showing a good sized pile of dogs and one son. Andrew was awake by the time I snapped this, hence the forthcoming smile.
Sissy is never happier than when Andrew comes to visit. She sleeps with him in the twin bed, head on pillow, legs sticking out over the edge, same position as this picture. It’s quite funny. I’ll snap that next time, possibly with a better camera. But it probably won’t be a better picture.
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I loves me some dogpile.
Me, too, mostly when someone else is in it, though. That rug is HAIRY most of the time, roomba or not.
fabulous pic! Mr. Pickles mopes until one of the kids is home – even if i play with him… i, too, loves me some dogpile. happy memories of a time when the kids were small, we had two large dogs, and all six of us would be piled in the queen sized bed on a saturday morning… joy!
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