Every night for nearly five nights they watched and
and they waited ever so patiently for me to come home.
The minute I walked in the door in the wee hours of Saturday morning it was a party.
My greeting was incredible. All eyes on me as tails wagged and tongues delivered the sloppiest wet kisses.
To say the least, it feels pretty darn good to be home.
Well almost. I didn’t miss the mosquitoes.
Clancy needed some photo love, so out we went with the camera.
Of course, true to Clancy, he wanted ears scratched. A lot.
Keeping his head down to eat the grass was second best.
A few quality sniffs of the air.
And just standing there looking beautiful. No great tales of chase, no goofy looks. Just a brindle beauty.
Even though he is gangly and unsteady, Clancy still ran for the backyard with a smile on his face.
He sniffed around a bit in the grass before he was ready to play.
And then all was fare game in toyland. He could still kick up his heals.
He ran for awhile, not really sure which direction he wanted to go first.
He kept going though, just happy to have the grass tickling his toes.
Nothin’ felt better than laying in the cool shade of the plum tree.
How do you know when you’ve had too much to eat on Thanksgiving?
You can’t lift your head off of the pillow.
You stare blankly into space repeating over and over “I can’t believe I ate the whole thing.”
It takes four cushions just to support you.
Brace yourself and keep your distance.
Sneak up from behind, it’s always the safest place to be.
Be ready to attack back.
Slowly walk around, never take your eyes away.
Sticking your tongue out at it is always effective.
Closing your eyes and pretending it isn’t there is even better.
And if you are brave, look it straight in the eye.
Never let ’em see your fear.
But if you must, run to the momma for protection. Knocking her on her butt will certainly keep you safe.
but just remember, it is all about trick or treat. TRICK!
Unlike the other doggies, Clancy prefers a more formal dining atmosphere.
On a cushion in the middle of the room. Not quite sure where and when he decided this was the only place to eat.
He often enjoys brown bagging his food. That is, he drops it outside of his bowl and goes back to it. Maybe that is dessert?
But perhaps the quirkiest part of his dining habit is to immediately pick up his bowl and move it.
Every night Clancy we watch you move your bowl to some undisclosed location.
Clancyman, your bowl is empty, why do you insist upon moving it?
Hey gorgeous hunk o’ hound dog.
You look dashing tonight my dahling!
Today will be a better day. Today will be a better day. Today will be a better day.
And if it isn’t?
I’m fully prepared to take action. Look out.