Persephone, the Goldendoodle

That’s my pillow.

That’s my side of the bed.

I am very special in my new chair. I get giddy and lightheaded thinking about it.

Do I have a lovely shaved butt? I think so.

I finally bought a new chair today and chucked the old puppy-eaten couch. Percy had been in the house about 30 minutes when this happened…

Yes, dear, okay. You can have it.

Who can this be?

It’s the Summer Pooch Cut (suitable for much more ocean swimming and much less sand collection).

She’s still not sure whose body she’s in (nor am I).

Is it a camel? A horse? Nah — it’s the Percy snoot in super-close up goodness.

You know how some say they can see how wise someone is by gazing into their eyes? Smart pooch, eh?

Elvis does love Percy. He can’t take his eyes off her.

Mom finally got her new seat cover for the Volvo’s back seat, so she said we could go to the beach. Duh! It’s been since, like January or something. I couldn’t wait for Mom to toss in the airkong, but she made me pose dry so her sister wouldn’t get mad at her for wet pictures.

I had fun. I fetched and fetched and fetched.

Here is her “artsy shot” of the week.

I have a lovely side.

But I take better pictures from the other side.

The poor Percy puppy took a rawhide bone out with her this evening. She dropped it by Elvis’ door and waited for her boyfriend. Elvis came out, stole the bone, and growled at her.

Percy sat down and waited for Elvis to be a gentleman.

What did Elvis do? Kept on chomping.

Well, of course, that couldn’t last forever. Percy eventually stole it back.

Look at the long, furry dog!