We have a bunch of dog beds all over our house. Many of them we have had for many years and were bought for a particular dog. Since we have such a dynamic pack of hounds things rarely stay the same for long. Some doge lose weight(Cody due to his diabetes), some dogs gain weight(Louie for no particular reason). Since Louie has gained a few pounds he likes to find a soft place to rest his considerable form. This past spring we took out the rug we used to have in the living room. That got rid of a lot of soft real estate downstairs. He could sleep on the couch but with the rug gone the tile doesn't give him as much traction as he likes so he is afraid to jump. That brings us back to the the dog beds all over the house. He is to big for almost all of them but that doesn't stop him from stuffing his fat sausage body into. I guess we should get a few bigger beds so he has somewhere to lay down, but it is just so funny to to see him in those small beds.

A lot of dogs bury things. Most of the dogs we have had could not have cared less about digging, much less covering something up in the hole they just made. Sure some of them try to hide rawhide bones or bigger treads that they want to save for later, but that is a far cry from the effort it takes to bury something. Denny is another story. He loves to bury things. There are several dog toys that apparently have to be buried. I find a lot of them when I am mowing the yard. He has gotten pretty good at it. Usually there is only a leg or an ear sticking out of the ground. The whole thing is kind of cute except that eventually one of the other dogs find his buried treasure and bring the filth covered thing back inside the house. I took some pictures of his better jobs.

Jen and I spent the afternoon at the mall yesterday. We weren't shopping, we were wrapping presents for the poodle rescue . Different charities were taking turns wrapping gifts for their particular cause. We obviously can't handle fostering dogs, so we help out at charity events when we can. It wasn't to bad. I'm not the fastest gift wrapper in the world. I'm too picky about how the folds go. I did spend a lot of time talking to people about the rescue and pushing adoptions. I talked for a long time to an older lady about just about everything. She had wanted to go to the theater and see "The Nativity Story" but the last bus back to Cocoa Beach left at 7 pm and there wasn't time. We got to talking and apparently she and her husband had a poodle that lived to be 27 years old. I don't have any reason not to believe her, but that seems really old for any dog. The way I understood the story was that the dog was really attached to her husband and after ...