You don't think the dingo likes to snuggle?

Do you?

Poor dingos.

We, as doggie parents, have the audacity to clip the dogs toenails.



See how sad it makes her?



These photos just make me laugh. She is such a wuss. She looks like this when we brush her too.

Poor dingos.

No more dingos sleeping on the bed...

...if only.



Hey, you interrupted the dog's beauty sleep!

Our most unphotogenic dog.

Let me start by saying how much I love my dog. She has her quirks (like being afraid of the baby), but she's also got a long list of wonderful traits. She's the sweetest dog you'll ever meet, fastidiously clean, and very smart (assuming the scale you are using does not include border collies). She is also an incredibly beautiful dog.

In person.

Once you get a camera out, somehow my dog becomes unbelievably homely. Photos always make her look either developmentally delayed, like she's attacking someone, or simply looks (or walks) out of frame. Every time I decide to get a dog pic, I wind up with things that look like these:

The tongue.


The tic.


Or just crazed.


However, every once in a while, I get lucky and get something decent.



So, there are actually a lot fewer pictures of my dog on this blog than I would like, because they are SO incredibly hard to take.

Unrelated health update: After spending all day yesterday fighting a fever of 102 degrees, needing lots of cuddles and some tylenol, the Hug Monkey is back to his usual healthy happy self. He's such a great kid.

What this post was supposed to be.

For the last few days, I've been thinking...'what goes in the blog this week?' I mean, it's not every week we get sono pictures, or even so much as a doctor's visit. This week was fairly run of the mill, with a fun movie night to celebrate a friend's birthday and a lazy weekend. However, it was going to end with the Superbowl. So I thought to myself that I would wait until today to post a celebratory "We won the Superbowl!" kind of post. You know, it never even dawned on me that I might be a bit disappointed today. Alas.

As a result, Jus and I are kinda down. Ever tried to mourn your team's loss in the heart of the victor's territory? Yeah, it's been that kind of day. Even the dog is having a hard time of it - since she A) didn't understand why we were screaming at the tv during the fourth quarter last night and B) doesn't understand why we are less than happy go lucky today. She has been doing her best to be cute though.



I just keep telling myself that it's only 12 days until pitchers and catchers report for spring training. We can't really expect to be reigning champions in all sports every year, can we?