Twisted Sistas

How do they do that?


Jori is demonstrating the “canine pretzel.”


Roxy has her patented “stretch, twist and turn” or for you yoga buffs, the “reclining twist” to release the tension in her spine and tone her tummy.


And a twisted brotha, Pasha. Relaxing after a day of relaxing.

Sunny days rule, rainy days drool

Whoa! This is January in Oregon and what is all of the bright stuff all over our back yard?


“It’s coming from over there. I think the sunshine I brought from Florida has finally caught up with me!” Says Cinderella.


Crystal chimes in, running from the back door “Don’t let it get away. I want to play in it too.”


Jori is just sure that the bright yellow toy she has found is the missing for many weeks sunshine.


Adam, the beautiful white knight is running through the neighborhood, shouting with glee for everyone to come out just to see.


Skirvee has found another toy. Oh where o’ where has the sun been hiding itself and the toys?


Minnie is ready to party. Woo Hoo!

Hey Mom! When the going gets tough…

The tough get going!

Well almost. We think it makes more sense just to bury our heads in our paws and pretend it isn’t happening.

Let us demonstrate how you too can bury your head in your paws.

And the countdown continues… 22 days.


Pasha prefers the whole schnauz cover up. Nothing can get through, not even the littlest things.


Duncan puts his whole head in a lock. Protecting the brain from the drain is of utmost importance.


Picker has placed his nose in his armpit, a place most people won’t dare to go.


And the forever amazing Gracie has wrapped her little paw right around the end of her nose and over her mouth reminding you not to speak of evil, it just isn’t professional.


And if it gets too bad, Jori recommends putting your head between your knees and just kiss your hairy ass good-bye!

But you had better not ’cause we need you.

Tundra three – Humor one • It’s melting

This is the face of a very happy camper! It is finally starting to thaw out around this frozen tundra. I have been in Oregon for nine days, 17 hours and 12 minutes. The clock on the back patio is finally registering above freezing.

The icicles are dripping and getting smaller.

And here is my proof, the thermometer says it is finally above 32°.

So here are the very last of the snow dog pictures. At least for another 40 years.

Crystal, Adam and Maddie checking out the scents on one of the beaten down pathes.

Crystal and Minnie.

Jori, Crystal and Minnie. Ice was falling off of the trees and definitely caught every one’s attention.

Moose listening to the noises in the trees.

Crystal, Jori, Cinderella and Minnie. None of us four girls wanted to venture off of the beaten path, even if it is starting to melt.

Moose and Mickey. Both lightweights. This is as far as they would go in the snow.

Still the bravest of them all.

Flocko wandering out and looking forward to warmth of his cushion inside.

Maddie, another one of those seniors not intimidated at all by the snow.

Minnie and Roxy all nestled in on their cushions.

Flocko, playing with a stuffie after braving the snow in the backyard.

Everyone is looking forward to the mudd that will follow the meltdown. Stay tuned for the muddy paw posts.

December 16

Next to seniors, I love the shy dogs. Jori was one of those. She came home as one of the very first foster dogs. Her big brown eyes and gentle nature quickly won the heart of my oldest daughter.

Jori stayed.