They say a way to a mans/dogs heart is thru his stomach.
Well tonight I was eating dinner (grilled chicken Cesare salad) Beau was sleeping in the closet. I finally got to the end of my dinner Beau comes out and starts to poke me in the butt. I knew what he wanted and I ignored him. He went back into the closet. So, since he stopped poking me in the butt, I gave him some biscuits.
He came running out of the closet the minute he herd the box opening. Tail wagging. I sat down on the floor and gave him the biscuits. He ate the biscuit. Gave me a kiss, and ran straight back into the closet.
Just like a Man, errr Dog

Well tonight I was eating dinner (grilled chicken Cesare salad) Beau was sleeping in the closet. I finally got to the end of my dinner Beau comes out and starts to poke me in the butt. I knew what he wanted and I ignored him. He went back into the closet. So, since he stopped poking me in the butt, I gave him some biscuits.
He came running out of the closet the minute he herd the box opening. Tail wagging. I sat down on the floor and gave him the biscuits. He ate the biscuit. Gave me a kiss, and ran straight back into the closet.
Just like a Man, errr Dog


Tara the matron is staid and caring with the occasional burst of fun; Pia the middle is a scamp and forgetful - can't keep a thought in her head for 10 seconds; Blue the boy is just that, naughty, wilful, destructive and Soooo lovable. The odd thing is that we have three children, yes, two girls and a boy. The description of our pups is exactly the description of our children (if I dared to!). Is it something to do with us
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