I don't really have a good excuse except that I'm trying to get the house ready for guests and get myself ready for a reading/book signing trip to Sandy Paws with the Colossal Muppet herself (and Daisy, natch). So, um, enjoy the tiger paw I found on the ground at ICAR today. Yeah. Be back very soon.
Or, "Daddy, PLEASE let me help you tidy the guest room! I promise I won't steal...much..." I think she was full of herself because the thing on her lip was benign and because she had suffered through microchipping this morning at the vet.
Don't let the sad face fool you. She went in there all on her own this time. Personally I think that there's something hidden under those blankets, like a remote control or a sock, that she doesn't want us to know she has...
To bring you a greyhound with a pot on her head. Not really. Well, we are interrupting because Bryn's Grandmommy was in hospital last week and as a result there were notsomany pictures of Bryn taken. However, Daisy demanded equal time, so...there you are. Contemplating the universe and whatnot with a plant pot balanced on her noggin. How could we say no?
Just in case anyone is concerned that Bryn is in a crate, you can see here that she has plenty of room to stretch out in "her room" that we got to replace the plastic airline crate she was in. Plenty of room.