|I often need to remind myself that not everyone has a houseful|
of dogs like we do. There's six shown here and there were four
more that were still upstairs at the time.
|We may not be "normal," but that's not really something|
I ever aspired to anyway.
Max doesn't play ball the way Theo does, but he wants and needs to get at least one ball. He did manage to grab one ball I had thrown for Theo, after which Theo body slammed him and pretty much rolled Max over. Max was surprised, perhaps stunned, but not upset and he never dropped the ball. After that Max sort of went off by himself to destroy the tennis ball. I wish I had been able to get a picture or video of that one. Ball playing is a full contact sport for Theo.
|L to R: Max, Carly, Theo|
|Theo and Carly cooling in the shade.|
|Carly's new pink collar matches her tongue.|
Friday evening I took Sherman to his new home. That's always a rather bittersweet moment. He was our first English Bulldog foster and I really liked him. But he's gone to a great new home where he will have more attention and everything he could ever want. The dog to human ratio in his new home is 1 to 1, instead of 6 to 1 like it is around here. I love that sweet little face of his, though, and we will miss him around here.