We have our lovely cool ocean breeze weather back. Last week's heat wave 'bout knocked the fluff right out of us! (It did knock the fluff right off of us, ha-roo-roo!)
For some reason, humom will not let us help her do the gardening out front. We've made so many lovely craters in our back yard, ya think she'd like to put our talents to work out front. We try our best to trample it a bit so it has a nice "sibes live here" look when we go out for walks, but she's getting pretty touchy about those flowers.
The really good news is that Jack has distinguished himself as a true siberian by bringing down a mole. So I'm granting him a higher position in the pack. He's now #2. Congratulations, Jack. No,this is not a photo of Jack's mole. Believe it or not this is a poster humans can buy. (Humans will buy anything)
His only mistake was to bring it into the house and stash it with his toys. I tried to warn him. I told him he better keep it in a nice hidey-hole out in the yard. As expected, Hu-mom wasn't too thrilled to find a dead mole in the dining room. She traded the mole for a delicious Blue Dog Bakery cookie. At least she told him what a good boy he was. She's alright that way.
He went back on mole patrol today. Mom says he looks like a panda in this picture.
I'm supervising. It's my job.
Hope all our bloggin buds are staying dry and the storms with a small "s" are over for a while.
Woos & A-roos,
Star and Jack the mole killer A-roo