As I type, my boys (one pup, one human) are racing around the coffee table. Mox, who is used to roughhousing with his sisters has decided that Jeff be his playmate. He lets Jeff know when he wants to play by hiding under Jeff's desk and glaring at him to start, then barking when he's ignored. Then they're off, Jeff on all fours (he's got a lot of energy for a guy who will be 51 in two weeks) indulging Mox and chasing him 'round the living room. It always ends with Mox cowering in a corner, so we're not sure why he likes to start this game. (Our pet seems to be a little thrill-seeker.)
Anyway, here are some photos of Mox in calmer times: basking in this morning's sun on our bedroom carpet. (Of course, he took a moment to steal one of Jeff's old man socks.)
Tomorrow we're going to an
Italian Greyhound meet-up at Ghirardelli Square. I'll be sure to take lots of photos.
Tomorrow we're going to an Italian Greyhound meet-up at Ghirardelli Square. I'll be sure to take lots of photos.
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