Then Ed turned the cards over. Our dogs' faces are on the other side.
No wonder this vet is so expensive. (But he's good, so it's worth it.)
"One of these dogs is not like the others..."
Is it time to go home yet? The clock on the phone says it's 12:02 p.m., but it feels like I've been here forEVER!

One of our new friends enjoyed digging in the mud pit. I (Toby) tried to dig, too, but Ed and Rebecca not-so-politely asked me to stop.
A new friend... no chasing required.
You wouldn't know I didn't used to like to run, would you?
I, on the other hand, LIVE to run...
...and jump over the agility hurdle. (Toby just sits there and watches. But Ed is proud! But why are THEY out of focus? I'm the only one actually DOING anything!?!)
Ahhh... a nice rest.We (primarily Ed) carefully investigated the situation:


I have a nephew by blood named Francis.
Toby was so filthy after the copious amounts of wading and rolling in sand that we had to bathe him when we got home. He was so tired that he rested his chin on the bathtub any time he could. More than four hours later, he's still sound asleep.
My "Sports Illustrated" this week has a "fake cover" that has three ads for an "SI" trip to Hawaii sweepstakes and one ad for St. Pauli Girl Lager.