The head of my department does dog rescue work. A week before Thanksgiving she took in six new puppies whose mother had died soon after giving birth. They’re being bottle-fed in the office during the day now. The photo only shows five because one is being fed outside the crate.
Titus is 16 months old, 150 pounds, and about as maneuverable as a Mack truck.
… until he’s distracted by a poodle.
Thought this was good garden statuary for Moka. He once saw a hoppy toad in the window well at Bev and Frank’s and never went by that spot again without checking. A few ashes at the cemetery, a few at the sand pit, and some in Southie. Want to be sure I hit all his favorite spots.
They’ve been painting our exterior for the last week or so. I worked at home so I could bundle the dogs off to the dog park when Chester started freaking out at people showing up outside our second-floor windows. The thing behind the house is a pile-driver/drill. They started building the new BART parking garage earlier this month.
Kai turned eight on August 3.
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