Tasha’s Mug, I mean Mutt Shot – No! She is so not a mutt. . .
Not that there’s anything wrong with that !
Some of the finest persons I know are mutts . . .
Wait, that didn’t come out right…. I’m going back to bed now
Will start over again in about 4 hours…
With Tasha come strict rules –
Auntie Irene is determined to make a proper police dog
out of the frisky young thang yet. . .
Her first uncrated ride to Lake Harriet !
She was beyond excited, I mean beyoooo-nd
Assisting Auntie Helen in navigating –
a dicey thing since South Minneapolis is new territory. . .
Not too many brave doggies out on this frosty eve. . .
Testing Tasha’s discipline around other canines, the question is, will Irene last?
Someone forgot their picturesque canoe . . .
Tasha plays hide go seek behind Auntie H – Ireney is not amused
“By fooooss”, and a “seetz” and we have a successful parking of the butt.
Meanwhile, Auntie H is channeling a Russian spy, no?
Dusk descends, solar lights on the horizon
Lots of Sleepy Hollow trees about…
Returning along Lk Harriet Parkway
It’s Auntie Irene’s b-day ! We feast on Vina’s victuals.
Back in Billings, Sari is supremely jealous,
and bereft of her beloved chicky fried rice
But what are we suppose to do ? She chose Josh over Vina’s…
The amazingly bizarre and delicious
tofu-stuffed cake (and Ireney’s b-day goodies)