Manolos for dogs?

So Harrison has a shoe fetish. I've never seen a dog with more shoes than Harry. He especially loves his boots. Today he wanted to look extra chic for our trip to Home Depot, so he chose his gray boots for our special outing. He always knows just what to pick out for the occasion! Harry puts Carrie to shame! ;)

I think I have a problem...

I'm obsessed with puppies. This is why we got 2 within a year of each other. If Peter would let me, I'd get a new puppy every year! In my free time, I find myself looking at the statesman online for a puppy who needs a home. And then I cry. I know, I'm weird. Maybe it all stems from my childhood when my parents would never let us have a pet, so I pretty much adopted the neighbor's dog (RIP Mikey!!!) Here are just a few memories from when my babies really were babies. I get a tear in my eye looking at these...

Truman had a little lamb

It's the first thing he looks for everyday when I get home. After terrorizing his brother for a few minutes and pretending to go potty, he runs right in and scratches on the door to whatever room he left it in. He NEVER forgets where it is! If you ever see said lamb at a pet store (or Big Lots like I did), please let me know!!! I don't know what we'd do without it! :)

Holy hail!

So I'm new to the blogging world, and I have no idea how to make this cute. The title sucks!!! But anyway, it's not about me...it's about the dogs! My poor puppies (well really just one of them) were terrified during the hail storm! I ran to the backdoor because it sounded like somebody was trying to break down the roof our our patio (it's tin) and Harry immediately ran the opposite direction. This is not like my little Harry. He's usually my shadow. But I knew where to find him...under our bed of course. I lured him out with a sweet voice and calmed him down while we waited out the storm. Now that it's over, the dogs are fine again. Truman probably wouldn't have even noticed it if I hadn't run around the house looking for my camera (it's a game we(?) play where he chases me and bites my ankles). I just hope my hubby isn't too angry when he gets home....anybody remember the Riata days of 2006 when we would wake up in the middle of the night to drive to the nearest parking garage even if there was a 0.1% chance of hail?!? ;)