However, as always at this time, I feel so sorry for my fur babies. They don't understand why mom has to leave them. They've been spoiled all summer and now (for most) it's back inside their kennels for a big chunk of the day. All except Dutch, who's always been a good boy and therefore has never seen the inside of a kennel. This is a good thing, because if anyone ever did decide to ignore the cacophony of howling/barking dogs and break in to our house, Dutch - in all his American Bulldog glory - would give them cause to REALLY regret that decision... Magnus would be able to stay out with Dutch if he'd only learn that some things are not to be chewed. (like bibles, pillows, daddy's shoes...) But at 1 year a Great Dane is still a puppy; hopefully he'll still learn. Even though his kennel is huge, I hate for a big boy like that to have to be enclosed. Now, the Chihuahuas and Chi-weenie I don't pity quite so much. They have a big enclosure with plenty of room, yet they still choose to curl up in one big ball of cuteness. As I sit here with four of them draped around/on me, knowing that their world is about to be rocked (not in a good way) my heart hurts for them.
Sleeping peacefully on mama...
"This is the life..."
"Never fear, guys, while you're in your kennels, I'll be protecting this joint!"
