I’m constantly buying new little babies for Daisy, as she likes to tear their guts out as a pre-dining activity. Especially bunnies. Not this one, though. He’s been around for some time. There’s no telling why he’s special, but he must be. To her, anyway.
…it would be grown out past my butt by now.
The patio table has become the grooming table, which is fine since we don’t use it for much of anything.
I think Joanie asked for a face shot… complete with hair in her mouth! Well, why do I have to be the only one!?
Badger wants your turkey!!
…but only if it’s raw.
...is a hoot.
Daisy, the 10lb wonder, decided that she needed this pvc pipe I laid behind the firebush bed (don’t ask me why; it’s not mine).
First she had to dig a nice hole to be able to get under it..
I just thought it was cute. But then, I would.
…or just a cut.
She’s twelve, is Queen Daisy. And not happy with the picture taking. Or the cutting of the hairs. After her haircut I’ll have to lug her majesty to the vet for a mani/pedi.