Scenes from a morning

Once in a while Casey choose to reassert her Alpha Dog status. It normally takes the form of toy comandeering.

I don't really like toys, she says, but I think I shall take yours. Because I can.



Sorry for the poor quality - you know how she is about the camera.

Jack eventually gave up hope that she'd let him have Good Cuz, and wandered off with Sparky to look for birds that needed barking at.



Sparky does not walk in grass anymore - he uses the blocks around the pool as his Yorkie Highway. Wouldn't want his little feet to get wet, I suppose.

See the broken blocks under Jack? If I can get Mr. Abby usefully doing something major and vertical and manly and power-tool intensive this weekend, I have plan for fixing the blocks. We shall see.