Friday & Artie. And Ross the Brontosaurus.

Friday hopes that playing with a dinosaur helps, at least a little.

My two babies, Friday and Artie.

Friday, and roses. (Btw, that’s a stuffed toy beside her, not a mangled creature.)

Waiting at the top of the stairs.

I found her, but she’s a him. We adopted Artie last week. He is lovey and cuddly and he makes his sister play. Dreams can come true.

I dreamed of my beautiful brown boy night before last. He came to me all whole and happy again, tail wagging mightily, and demanded all the hugs and love. Then he turned into a lighter colored, smaller girl dog, who wanted me to play with her. We joined a search party looking for a missing woman.

New baby grandpig. Snuggly and snorty.

The Lady Rose kid strutting her stuff.

This is Eliza. She is helping her friend Friday learn how to dog after Friday lost her brother. Eliza is also a championship drooler.

The tufts of hair under her ears kind of make Friday look like an axolotl.

Strength is Resistance.
Resistance is Strength.

Jaxon feels your pain, Tarot.

When I put my ring on his head, Skully is the King of the Ancestors.

This dog. He is perfect.

Our Cooper’s Hawk can not understand why the bird feeder is not for him…it’s obviously well-stocked exactly to his tastes.

Dogs.