Showing posts with label tennis balls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tennis balls. Show all posts

Monday, January 18, 2016

The "white" part of our White Christmas...

We had a White Christmas this year!


The trees were heavy with snow.


Rascal went bonkers over the snow!


He'd run wherever we were throwing it and catch it in his mouth...


and on his head.




Friday, December 26, 2014

A kleptomaniac named Rascal...

When our first twig made his appearance and we were deciding on a name, I was all alone with my opinion.


I totally loved the name Rascal Striker Branch. What a fantastic name! C'est vrai? 


Yeah, no one else thought so either, which means I've been waiting 18 years to get my "Rascal." 

Recently, we added our new family member (HERE) and everyone agreed he looked like a Rascal!


He's a busy guy being a kleptomaniac of things he finds on beds, in trash cans, by bathtubs, in closets...




...if he's not got us playing "kick the tennis ball for me to chase 200 times a day 'cause I never ever get tired of chasing tennis balls 'cause I'm wonkers for tennis balls!" 

"Rascal" is the perfect name for this guy.   :)

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

"Every boy (child) should have two things: a dog, and a mother willing to let him have one." -anonymous

We've had the two best dogs in all of history.    :)

"There is only one smartest dog in the world, and every boy has it."      -anonymous

Plaid was a handsome, gentle boy who was balm to our aching hearts when we were wanting children.




 "A house is not a home until it has a dog."     -Durrell



Then there was Kipper. He didn't bark, he bayed. I'd never heard such a sound, except maybe on hound dog movies like "Where the Red Fern Grows." I loved it!



"No symphony orchestra ever played music like a two-year-old girl laughing with a puppy."      -Williams


After Kipper left us to chase cats in that big field in the sky (here) we decided to begin searching for another dog to call our own.

"Every boy (child) who has a dog should also have a mother, so the dog can be fed regularly."     -anonymous

After a few weeks we came across this boy at a rescue shelter. He was just 9 months old which was way more puppy than we were looking for but there was something about those beautiful brown eyes...



"I shall call him Squishy, and he shall be mine, and he shall be my Squishy."     -Dory

He came home with us on a foster to adopt arrangement and was a total keeper! Now we need to decide on a name...oh and get a dozen more tennis balls. He's totally wonkers for tennis balls!