
little Lucy standing guard, helping Ezra, feeling proud….with these two on patrol, I can relax, it’s under control……

little Lucy standing guard, helping Ezra, feeling proud….with these two on patrol, I can relax, it’s under control……

we have a weekend guest…..Ezra’s not impressed…..

lounging around like a queen, giving orders, running me……demanding treats, looking sweet…..I can’t say no, I can’t resist…..she’s the boss, I like it like this……

helpful little partner, resting in peaceful slumber…..dreaming of bones, chasing cats…..not a care in the world…….as a matter fact……..

winter’s chill is in the air…..little Ezra has no hair….her and I, haven’t a care….we’ll wear warm coats….wandering everywhere…..

she refuses to help out….even when I shout….laying on the sofa….demanding coca cola…little prima donna…..won’t do, what she doesn’t wanna…..

Ezra’s on the move….watching out for trouble….she’s cajoling me, get going on the double…..

Who is this?….don’t recognize her….why its Ezra, absent all her fur….very proud, and dignified….she’s cracking me up, I’m howling out loud……

stack the firewood, way up high….in the garage, it’ll stay dry…..Ezra’s helping, wondering why…..

today is so slow…just can’t go….laying around…no energy found….watching the “game”…..Ezra claims I am lame….