sock monkey sweaters

its been a long time since i last wrote anything
yes, like 3 months?
how time flies. on one hand, it only feels like yesterday since i made the all day drive to bring home Penny. (middle dog) on the other hand, its hard to imagine what life was like with out her. as i type shes curled up next to me. Big dog at my feet. the little ones down stairs with daddy watching football, altho its only a matter of time until she realises shes the only one down there still and makes her way up the stairs and jumps into bed with the rest of us. not a single dog bed has been sold, that makes me sad. but, i also have only been advertising them on facebook, and having my fingers crossed that some of my friends would buy them, or would hook me up with a friend of theirs, who wanted to buy. SO i have a few options, take them down, and try to get someone to sell them on comission, or, make a few more and rent a booth at the merchant market. not sure what that costs. things to look into in the new year. the girls have been treated my last 2 trips to the pet supply store, with sweaters and toys. i love spoiling them. what mother doesnt like to spoil her kids/fur kids once in a while ;) some of the spoilings have included, leopard print dresses, sock monkey sweaters, and a lightening bolt swear for little dog, as it seemed fitting.

now that its december, winter is upon up. trips outside are short and sweet, and theres  been more shit in the house then usual. neked dogs dont like the snow *apparently*. i  cant blame them. i wouldnt want to run outside naked just to shit.

we had a visit from some of my friends back home in the hammer. they brought their dog charley. big dog aka the racist, HATED him. hes black and fluffy and adorable,and she went nuts every time he even looked at her.

have you ever met a dog that not only will allow you to clean its cuticles, but acctually enjoys it? (insert drum roll) i have that dog. lil pickle (middle dog) loves it. image having a crazy stressfull week, and what the bliss would be like going and having your nails done. your eyes would close most of the way, mind and body sort of in limbo, not awake, not asleep, just ... happy. THATS WHAT SHE DOES. it cracks me up. she just sits there, little paw in my hand, and nodds off into lala land while i scrape the dirt from under her nail bed. i swear, it you were to try attempt this with iether of the other dogs, youd get your fingers bitten off. not midde dog. she loves a 'good human style' pampering.

lastly, dont mind me, i just like to sit at the table ... i am people you know.