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If he fits, he naps.

Jeep- Borzoi

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Jeep- Borzoi, and yes, he has his head in a mixing bowl.

Jeep espies the new (to us) chair. Reserved for the dog! (People do not have time to lounge about in recliners.)

Jeep approved.

Borzoi

We stop inundating everyone with new tank photos long enough to celebrate the (brief) emergence of the sun! The door to the deck was opened! The Boiz celebrate! (The Deck is their favourite place to be!)

The Wizzard went to get his Fox and lay it lovingly in the sunshine, so Jeep decided to do the same with his Chicken.

Everyone found a spot from which they could enjoy their brief deck time (it started raining again in an hour!) Snow last night, rain on and off (mostly on) all day. What they say about the PNW is true, if you don’t like the weather, wait 5 minutes! :D

When you are a small dog who successfully defends your right to your turn in everyone’s favourite chair.

the Brother (Silken Windhound)  Jeep, the Wizzard (Borzoi)

The Zoi Boiz have lost their minds.

Especially Jeep.

the Wizzard, Jeep (Borzoi)  the Imp, the Brother (Silken Windhounds)

The Young(ish) Prince and Jeep, deciding on their next victim. Snow bouncing is their favourite sport.

The Wizzard is selected as the next victim, but the Prince changes his allegiance at the last moment and Jeep is in for a surprise.

the Prince, Jeep and the Wizzard (Borzoi)

Missing: one semi large zucchini.

Colour: green. 

Stolen from kitchen pantry when door was accidentally left open and unwatched. Dinner is now delayed while the hungry regroup and plan the demise of another vegetable.

Jeep, “Heh heh heh!”

Jeep espies a barge coming up the channel…

….this water stuff is fun! 

(When his legs are wet you can see why we sometimes call him “Stilts”!)  :D

I AM playing nice!

Pics from the Wizzard’s 2nd birthday celebration! He got a really cool knot ball and it proved popular, which pleased him very much!

The Peaches occasionally got sidetracked. (Nothing new in that.)

But for the most part…

…the Wizzard got to be the center of attention. 

As it should be.

This little boy is now 35 inches at the shoulder. We have told him to stop now.

“Stop staring at me! Stop looking at me! I’m telling Mom! Stop it right now!”

“Heh, heh, told him! Did ya see that? I told him good!”

The sun is back! Albeit briefly. The boiz are making the most of the dry afternoon by trying to take each other out in the dog yard.

My living room is glad of the break!

Foot in mouth disease.

Jeep, puppy pretzel

Jeep has taken to spying on the dogs in the yard from the upstairs window.

“Uhhh, you want the good news, ……..or the bad news?”