Dave and Dogs - A Photo Essay

     Karma is at our house, while Daughter #2 and So #1 are in Florida with his mom. Which means three big dogs everywhere now, instead of two. They sprawl nearby, while we're working, and crowd under the dining room table during meals. 

Usually they're competing with each other for everything: snacks, the chance to be first out the door and loving.

The Brick takes this all in stride. 

This is the Brick, in all his glory -- and me, looking scruffy, as usual

     Ruby, our resident bossy dog, doesn't know what to think about this. After all, she's been the BWOC (Big Woman on Campus) for months. 

"I'm the Big Dog, Dad!"

     Charley, on the other hand, generally could care less. He loves Karma, and is fond of Ruby. 
    (Of course, he shows Karma his undying love by growling, play-fighting and gnawing on her...something we call the Morning or Evening Chew, because that's when it usually happens. Ruby just stands there and stares at them.)




It's been an interesting mix of dog emotions and demands. We try to love them all up -- and of course, bones and such are equally shared out.


They're starting to get along better. 






Sort of.