Christmas Makes My Pets Go Crazy

This year is Wiley's first ever Christmas! Being that he was a wild desert dog, he's not exactly sure what to do with the very green, very leafy tree that has sprung up in the living room; he alternated between slinking by it, staring at it, and very carefully sniffing it for the first couple hours after it was put up.
Tigerlily, on the other hand, has been waiting all year for Christmas to roll around... it's the one season where she can lie down on and maul shiny gold stuff, as opposed to just mauling everything else.

Hopefully more consistent posting soon!

xoxo

Very, Very Belated Wednesday Wileys

   Wiley was a bit of a wild, crazy dog today... and he knew it (just look at that guilty face!). He'd just gotten a bath, and apparently in dog-world that's equivalent to drinking 10 triple-shot lattes. I could have taken pictures of him running around for hours since he wasn't slowing down, but at some point in time he decided running in the courtyard wasn't fun, and running around the city would be a much better idea. He squeezed through the little hole in our gate and took off, tail-wagging, down the block and across the street... and then another street... and then took a turn on another block...
   When we finally caught him, it was because he'd taken a turn onto a dead end street. He was extremely pleased with himself, probably for having gotten me to run like a raving lunatic in front of the windows of a classroom full of college students who then decided to stop their class to stare at me.
   The last picture is right after he had his leash put back on... and you can't quite tell, but that tail is wagging a mile a minute.

xoxo,