This was my compromise.
All 4 of my hounds are now memorialized on my person.
Here’s an interesting fact – when you get a tattoo on your forearm, it makes your hand sweat. Weird, huh? I felt like my hand thought it was in love with my tattoo artist and was all nervous, even though the rest of me wasn’t.
Another interesting fact – it f*ckin’ HURTS!!
If you’re thinking of inking, I highly recommend Andy at Sacred Heart Tattoo. Tell him the weird dog lady sent you.
Here’s what Tweed thinks of my loving and permanent dedication to him and his brethren:
Ungrateful bastard. Maybe I’ll have his lazered off!
We had a big long day at the beach. Red Dog is tired.
You can’t really blame him. He had a rough time of it!
Skipper thought it was GREAT! For an old dog, he sure can move.
“Excuse me, waiter? There’s a frisbee on my tongue.”
He wasn’t the only old dog having a good time at Spanish Banks today. “Lou” was having a blast as well!
Like, a headbanging good time!
This dog lost something in the ocean. Maybe it was his manhood.
Tweed offered to go find it. Keenly, I might add.
Piper was getting all upset because the seaweed was touching her, the seaweed was touching her!
In fact, she is still pouting about it.
Angry Donut is not pouting. Angry Donut is too busy hunting a moth.
“I’m pretty sure there’s a moth just above you.”
Red Dog woke up long enough to ask for dinner, cutely.
Then Tweed did as well
When I continued to ignore them, they tagged teamed me.
Woo was just praying to the gods that dinner would appear
Angry Donut thought sushi was on the menu, and decided it was self serve
A beautiful day …
… Turned into a gorgeous evening
and now I am off to drown the pain in Tequila!
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