instead of being the carpet at the top of the stairs, she is in 70 degree shade, a breeze as soft as a whisper, watching her world go by.
i have no idea how she did this, but it is adorable!
Poor Nala has been neglected. My whole family & me…got the stomach bug. I gotta say, when i finally recovered, i felt like Dr. Frankenstein, with a twist, “I’m Alive, i’m alive, i’m alive” off to brush the dog.
said the love (four legged) of my life.
Quicksilver is our feral cat. His ear has been clipped by a vet after being fixed. Someone, AMAZING, found a cat colony & took them all to be fixed, then returned them to their original home. Which is the Shell gas station down the street. Quicksilver left the Shell station & met Hobbes, our cat….
yesterday i found that a child o’ mine left the freezer door open…God only knows how long. It was, however, long enough to turn the ice into a solid chunk. I dumped it on the brick pathway & a large piece landed in front of my husky. Nala doesn’t care for ice…normally. She was hot….
This is Henry & our Siberian Husky…she needs lots of hug while being brushed.
photography by Henry Saab, my 11yr old son. i think he did a great job. as for me? I got really, really furry & dirty. But she is worth it
“Professor Nala, why do you have dribble on your chin?” “bite me, mom” she thought (you can tell by her expression that is what she thought, do you see it too? 🙂 photography by Henry Saab (my 11 year old son)