Excuse me, I think your cat is upside down.

“I hate to be a pest, but the floor is really far away. I wish you’d do something about that.”

“Oh hi – I’m right here. No need to take photos of boring old Skip!”

Speaking of Skipper … is it just me, or does he look like a balding old man? I’m going to start calling him Patrick Stewart.

Now Tweed is no balding old man. Tweed is the very height of, umm, fashion.

“Yo. ‘Sup.”

I wore pretty much this exact thing today, except I was also wearing pants (Tweed drew the line at pants). When Tweed wears it, I take photos of it and people go “awwwww!” When I wear it, people call me a “tea cozy.”

(See if you get your poodle photos now, Miss OverOverBoing! Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you!)

When Red Dog wears it, I start thinking about angry, bloodthirsty Scotsmen.

In this photo, Piper reminds me of Audrey Hepburn. Can you see it?

But really she was just giving me a look that says, in Piper-speak “Look crazy Food-Slash-Photo Lady, I know you’ve got something up your sleeve and I know I’m not gonna like it.”

She was right.

Life Imitates … art?

Art(?) Imitates Life.

That was really low of me. Piper lives to eviscerate stuffies, and I don’t let her kill my border collie stuffies.

So she took it out on Woo.

Bitey Face Smackdown Round II

The she was happy :)

Angry Donut is never happy

Red Dog, bless his heart, slept through it all.

For no reason.

And again!