The journey out to the far side of Montana - and in the middle of Montana, we made a call to AAA.
At the first rest stop on the way home, Cliff played with an empty water container: carrying it, chewing on it, rolling around with it. Adorable!
It used to be so hard to get his mouth around a big bottle, but they have been shrinking lately.... Cliff on the way home at 11 weeks of age.
Cliff in the garage shortly after arriving home; all ears, tail and personality.
Some day this colossal booda won't seem so large.... Cliff's legs are starting to grow and his tail doesn't touch the ground. (In a little while, the tail will grow again!)
Cliff - just look at that tongue!
I'm betting I can eat this big tongue toy!
I'm still all ears.
Just try to get away from me.
Thanks, that helps.
A woman and her fuzzball.
Pounce!
Sweet dreams, the hard way.
Sweet dreams, sunny side up,
The new Pokemon
I fit under the desk where the Sheltie sleeps; dibs.
Two little lambs.
Favorite sleeping pose; things were crowded inside Mom.
Puppy, ball, snooze.
That tail grew again.
Sweet dreams, little lamb.
The intrepid little Pyrenees leading the humans through the forest.
Sweet dreams; the water bowl is picked up at night to make a nice puppy bed.
