Tundra

There is one reason I really don't like spring. Because we have 3 dogs, not 2.



Doesn't he look just terrible? All the tufts of fur sticking out everywhere. Nasty! I can only bend over so long while I brush him and he will only stay still for a few seconds (if daddy is around, there is no way he will sit still for mommy to brush him - and if poopsie Duke is around, he keeps moving to growl at Duke to move away). So far, I've gotten two walmart bags of fur brushed off of him. Gross. And what is even grosser - there are clumps of fur all over the back yard. Hence the third dog. My poor poopsie. I can't even stand to look at him!

I need to cherish this time with my baby. Yes, he is my baby - I love my poopsies to death. Except, of course, when it comes time to pick up the endless landmines in the back yard - then they are daddy's poopsies. Tundra is getting old - very old. His hips are going out. He has a very hard time getting up when he's been laying down and when it is cold in the morning he doesn't want to come out and get his food in the morning. It is really sad - he has a hard time like a grandpa dog, but then when the snacks come out he bounces around like a little puppy. I love my tundra. I need to cherish the time i spend breaking my back to brush him because he may not be around much longer. Be prepared for lots of pictures of my little poopsie! When I have more time and when I'm not so tired I'll be posting them =) (I have to brag - he sure is a cute dog!)