Reunited

My girl is back from the wilds of Colorado. She got back just in the nick of time. While her friends were taking photos of the majestic mountains and wildlife, my girl took photos of a very different kind. (I think she was having major GWS ~ Goober Withdrawal Syndrome, and was looking for a fix.) Do you want to see some of her photos?

Here's her first photo in Colorado. This is Angel. She was the resident greeter at the first bed and breakfast my girl stayed while attending a wedding at 10,000 feet.

Angel is a Great Pyrenees, and did all she could to make our girl feel loved.

Thanks for smothering our girl with all that amazing fur, and for helping her to bring home some good stink from your part of Colorado.

Another pup my girl pal-ed around with was this bootiful bulldog, Tubby. Tubby is a local gal, and it was her parents who were getting married.






As you can see, she's a natural with the camera.

She has the coolest tail. Even Stella can't pull it.

You may be wondering why Miss Tubby was there in Colorado. That would be because she was the ring bearer for the wedding at 10,000 feet. Here she is looking appropriately bored with the mating rituals of the hoomans at the rehearsal (at 7,000 feet).

At one point my girl was so starved for some good dog lovin' that she resorted to photographing fake dogs. This one's a snowboarding lab.

And this one is a psycho deli lab. The humane society in Steamboat Springs was auctioning off these colorful pups for a fundraiser.

My girl practically fell off the trail when she ran into this sassy Boston girl while hiking. Her name is Josie, and she's from the Seattle area.

And this is a random pup my girl conversed with at a gas station.

On behalf of Stella & I, we would like to extend our heartfelt thanks to all of these pups for easing the pain of Goober Withdrawal Syndrome in the heart of our girl while she was separated from us. We dedicate this post to YOU!

Now. There have been several rumors floating around about how Merv & I spent our vacation. Please refrain from speculation. You will have full disclosure on that later. (We need our own post for that.) But, you've got to see one of the presents our girl brought back from her trip for each of us. Here's Stella with her squeaky flying pig.

And, here Stella is looking more appropriately grateful. (Frankly, she's bored here in GooberStan after being a princess all week at Casa de Hercules.)

Look at the woolly bowling pin my girl got for me!

This is seriously one of the best gifts I've ever received. The pleasure I derive from this bowling pin rivals even my flamingo.

The top of the bowling pin squeaks, but the entire bottom 3/4 of the bowling pin is lined with Fart-like HONKERS!

I think I'm in love. It hasn't left my side since my girl handed it over.

Nothing says, "I LOVE YOU" like a good ol' farting bowling pin! I have a new respect for my girl's toy-picking skills.

Thanks for all the well-wishes and messages while we were gone. We're going to try to catch up with all of you over the next week. It's good to be back!

Goober love,

Stanley