So...

Do I get my own blog next year, or my own book, or...?

Merry Christmas from...

I have an ornament with my name on it, but Mommy thought it fairer that it comes from all of us Dunnes.

Finally made it to Auntsie's House

But only because our power went out at home.
I'll take it though - think Mommy and Daddy will just leave me here?

Ciaragh's First Christmas...Tree Skirt

NOW who is headed to the salon in 1955? Not me this time. It's her turn now.

I am nothing if not accommodating.

I will allow her foot to touch mine...for now.

Ciaragh...

...is right behind me, isn't she? *sigh*

The Clobberpaw Sibs

Even his HEAD is bigger than mine! But I love my brother Barley -
and Auntie Tamara and Unka Marc aren't too shabby either.

So...who is this E.T. person?

I don't know who Mother Theresa is either, but this look from Willow
had Mommy laughing for a LONG TIME.

Sometimes...

My humans are weird. Lucky for me, I was at home when those shenanigans kicked off.
But I still don't understand why Auntie Shannon is a ghost...?

This is what happens...

...when you don't see Ciaragh sneak up behind you. Willow should really know better by now...

Boudoir Pickle Shoot

PLEASE do not google that.

TV Watcher

We have told her that is not what bones are for, but here we are.

Choral Rehearsal

I think this was supposed to be an Italian Aria, but Ciaragh messed it up with barking.

In which Willow cheats

She knows good and well that we can't fit under those bushes. Sneaky.

Fence Waiters

Just look at how much more brindled the pup is than I am. Not that I'm jealous, mind you.

Another hiatus

We are going to just pile up here and wait, in the AC, for Mommy to get back to blogging.

Seriously...

I keep thinking if I look out the window some new blog content might come along. 
So far, though, nada.

HOEF as the Hounds of the Wild Hunt

Or, The Day Our Humans Lost their Minds.

Oh Hai.

It's so hot today mah hairs are frizzled. I miss GARF but it's just too hot.

Show me what overheated looks like?

THIS IS WHAT OVERHEATED LOOKS LIKE.
(Note from Bryn's Mommy - I was much hotter that day than Bryn was.)

The Quick Brown Fox...

...jumped over the Lazy Dog. 

Bryn of the Wild Hunt

I'm not sure that the Unseelie Fae live in a LaQuinta,
but I'm suited up and ready for their arrival nonetheless.

Where's Bryn...err...Auntsie?

I thought I was hiding, but it seems more like Auntsie is hiding in my beard.

Cast Photo

Two of the majestic HOEF Irish Wolfhounds.
Well, one majestic one, and one whose nickname is KikidoodleDOO.
I will let you figure out which one is me.

Bryn's Squad

I love everything in this picture.

Send help

Either she's been into the make-up again or there's been an outbreak of kudzu on her face.
Do swirly eyeliner vines spread?

Watch and learn, padawan...

I'm not sure who is the Jedi Master and who is the Padawan anymore, though, because she IS on the bolster bed. She stares at me a lot.

My mommy may have been melting...

...but I was thrilled to be back at Faire where I belong. Just look at that smile.

GARF:Voyager

So maybe it should have been Dancer instead of Voyager but my Mommy and Daddy watch enough Star Trek for me to know there is no Star Trek: Dancer.

GARF: TNG

So the next generation of wolfhound, Ciaragh, is learning the best thing about Faire - sharing the hotel bed with Mommy. I'd be proud if I wasn't still pretty mad that it was Ciaragh in the bed and not ME.

Can I just say...

That I look AMAZING here? Windblown fur and no photobomber. Life be good, in truth.

It's Faire Season!

Well, here we go again.

Snuggles

If Willow AND Ciaragh are on Mommy I get to sit with Daddy. This is AWESOME.

Window Watcher

She says she's hunting squirrels but I think she's looking for a post about ME on MY BLOG.

Since when...

...is this Our Daily Ciaragh?

Obey the Bryn

Give me that ice cream NOW, Mommy.

TV Junkie

Ciaragh is not learning from Willow's example, thank goodness.

History Repeats...

Me and Willow on the left, Ciaragh and Willow on the right. Looks like Willow never leaves that spot, doesn't it?

In which we all run around

It was on, like Wolfhound Kong.

It was only a matter of time, really.

Cons of having a little sister, part one

Can you SEE how stressed out I am?

Pros to having a little sister, part one

She and Willow keep each other busy company.

So this happened...

I got a new foster sister named Ciaragh (Kee-rah). Trust me, she's nicer when she's asleep like that.

St. Patrick's Day Parade Time!

I'm the second one from the left with a Willow-Pickle sticking out of my throat. She's reached a new low in photobombing.

Flat Willow

Mommy didn't inflate her properly. 

Pancake Day at Chez Dunne

Daddy made us pancakes in the shape of the first letter of our names. I should have told him mine starts with a silent W so that it would have been easier to make than that B.

Olympic Fever, Pickle Style

I could totally do that. Why Mommy doesn't take me downtown to the rink is a mystery.

Hey...

Why isn't anyone talking about me?

Hop, Hop, Hippity...SMACKDOWN

Or, why we need carpet in our house.

Inside, please.

I'm not wearing a coat, as you can clearly see, so LET ME IN!

Snow Prints

Makes it look like the bird hung out for a chat with Willow, doesn't it? 

Post Snow Snack

Please ignore the towels, my spa robe was in the wash...

Mommy is still on hols...today...

We spend a great deal of time like this.