When I Die I Want To Come Back As One Of My Dogs. Then I Might Get A Spot On The Couch.

Our dogs have been through a lot with us.  Pele was raised on a boat.  Honey has had over a hundred stitches in the past 5 years (from one big injury and one recent surgery.)  Isis is a big fluffy-pain-in-the-butt.  Our two oldest traveled across the country with us when we moved.  They have been to Yellowstone, The Badlands, Mt. Rushmore, all up and down the coast of Ca. and New England.

I think they are enjoying this place we have found- the land of doggie retirement.

I have to admit, they make sure our lives are never boring but sometimes I think they might be running the show.

Who am I kidding?  There is no “might” about it and I have the pictures to prove it.

4 Comments on “When I Die I Want To Come Back As One Of My Dogs. Then I Might Get A Spot On The Couch.

  1. Yep, I want to say that we learned our lesson with our youngest and that is why she doesn’t sleep with us. But to be honest with a queen sized bed and the older two girls already sleeping under the covers every night there is physically no room. Thanks for reading and be well!


  2. Still Jewelz…Just changed screen name…Lol! Im just glad I never had children…not sure who would have been allowed to sleep with us…Lol! You as well! Happy Hump Day! 🙂

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