Happy Dogs

That's what they've been since my Dad has been back. Here you can see each doing her favorite thing, though one thing you can't get from a picture is the noise that she makes while she's in this position. These coquettish moans:

Misha's idea of a good time that doesn't involve the car pretty much consists of this:



Sweetie's completely over her depression (combination of smoke alarm at the underground cave and my cell phone). Also she has learned that when a bunch of dogs are running around together and wrestling it isn't necessarily a fight.