K1's to K9's

~Douglas

 Every kid should get to have at least one dog while they're growing up. Over the years, books too numerous to mention have been written about dogs and their many virtues: I won't try to compete. But it's just too tempting to not share some pictures of a few of the k9's that occupy space in the lives of my immediate family. Absent here are pictures of Lola and Mr. Doakes: perhaps I'll follow up with them in a future post.

If you're thinking about improving on some of the company you've been keeping lately, consider a trip to your local humane society. But don't go if your intention is to "just look around", especially if puppies are involved. Saying you're going to the Humane Society to just "look" at some puppies, is like saying you're going to Krispy Cream to just "look" at some donuts...it's likely not going to happen.

K9's....you kain't go no better!

~Pioneer Log Dog, Maximus Everett Padfoot (or just Max E. Pad as he prefers to be called)

~Stinger napping with one of their 3 K9's, Patty Cakes

~Douglas with his favorite human, Olivia 

~Ridiculous? You be the judge. 

~"This is humiliating: I wonder how he'd like it if I put a dog dish on his head, said 'Stay-stay-staaaaay' and took a picture so I could show IT to the stinking world!"

~"Why is no one rubbing my head?"

"Oooooh...now that even smells better than butt!"