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Charleston’s wearing his whiny pants today. ‘Cause he’s da BAYbee.
Something caught Charlotte’s attention, and she stayed like this for a good 20 seconds. What a little nut she is.
The LOOK she’s giving Raleigh cracks me up. She’s 100% over his nonsense.
Iva and the Face of Concentration.
Sweet Abby, up for a snuggle.
Plastic packing straps: best toys EVER.
Pretty Charleston. Confession: I keep wanting to call him Greg, and always have to stop and think about what his name actually is.
Raleigh, at the tail end of a complaint. Such a BAYbee.
::leap!:: goes Raleigh.
The closest I’ve gotten to a side-by-side picture of the possible sisters.
I took this picture of Stefan in the brief amount of time in October that the foster room was empty. Which reminds me that it’s about time to get the Fancy Sofa out of the closet for the Carolinas!
2015: NOT SO FAST, my friends!
2014: No entry.
2013: Whiskers, whiskers everywhere!
2011: If you, by any chance, were ever concerned about what would happen if Harlan lost the use of his back legs – how would he get around?! – he would like to assure you that he’s got it figured out.
2010: The Reacher Creature, in the back yard.
2009: I’m pretty sure you can actually see the ear floof growing longer.
2008: No entry.
2007: “Pls do not disturb unless it is snackin’ time, thx.”
2006: Miz Poo sniffs out the situation.
2005: So we have six now, but it really seems more like ten.