
Every time I pull out the laptop on the weekends when I stay with them, this guy likes to put his face on the keyboard and/or lick my hands.

I also have to be careful what I say, because this gal can hear the words "Go", "Bye" or "Ride" in any conversation. (We discovered she can spell these words as well.)

These dogs have many names. Sir Duke Austin goes by Duke, Roo, Rufus, Duker Doo, Duke Duke, Fat Kid, Baby Bear, etc. Miss Daisy Clay goes by Daisy, Girlfriend, Crazy Daisy or Daze. Sure, I've tortured them occasionally...

Yes, people, those are REAL tears coming out of my Bubba's eyes because his dad wouldn't rescue him from the lobster costume and I wasn't finished taking my 1400 pictures.
But let's not be mistaken, they rule the roost. Whatever they want, they get. Because they make faces like this:

And this:

Whenever they are doing this:

I could try to get something done. But odds are I'd just wake them up. And I'd much rather lay down with them and snuggle. Cause they spoon. Don't all dogs spoon? Or is this sounding weird?
Not too long ago, Duke was this little:
He now weighs 95 lbs.
And Daisy was this little:

She's still little, at least compared to her brother. She clocks in at 60 lbs. But she's always been crazy:
So whenever you wonder why I haven't posted in awhile... think of this:

I understand that I have no other option but to be caught in their spell. That, or I'm busy cleaning up a mess like this:





















