Velma is a dog who know what she wants. To be warm. She will find the warmest place in the house, guaranteed. Often this involves finding the nearest heating vent, at other times it's crawling under all of our covers and squeezing herself in between Greg and me, and still other times it is clawing her way into my sweater. This photo is evidence that she knows the best spot in a 68 degree house. I know we're both looking forward to 2 weeks from now, when the heat-emitting machine of our dreams is installed in our very own cavernous, covered by a piece of ply wood fireplace. A gas burning fireplace will find its new home there, and Velma will find herself a new hobby.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
We have no children. But we do have a dog, and you better believe my mom knows how to treat her grandbabies. In the mail, this little surprise clown costume showed up. I think it looks a little like dog lingerie, personally. You can see how Velma felt about it in the third photo.