Barkus

There are five weens in this wagon, do you see them all? They rode like this for a while; everybody crammed up front vying for the best lookout.

I am staying at my mother-in-law's house dog-sitting Toby and Zoe. Sunday I joined the Lo-Downs at the Barkus Mardi Gras Parade. I swear my friends and I were about the only sober people left by the end of the event. A cop walked up to me and asked:

"How many of each animal did Moses bring aboard the ark?"

Flustered, I mumbled something like "Moses didn't...go...on...the...ark."

He told me I was the only person to have gotten it right all day.

Slacker

Rita is chewing on a rawhide flossie. Franklin knows enough to leave her alone, but he has committed himself to lurking in the hallway and watching her chew it. You know, just in case she decides to leave the thing for a second, he can swoop in and grab it.

So Franklin's laying there watching, but he keeps falling asleep. He likes to have his nose tucked in, so he's sort of mashing his face into the carpet and snoozing away. Falling asleep on the job, eh buddy? I wish I could take a picture but he will surely wake up when he hears the camera.