Joy

There’s nothing like the smell of the sea and wind in your fur.

Wait…

You’re all on the bench and I’m not?  And you have food and I don’t?  Not fair!

I Fit

Blockage

You really think you can get by me without at least an ear scratch?

Nope, Not Me

Come Here!

Unloved

Mattie pretending to be a poor, tender waif left out to fend for herself.

Peanut, Peanut Butter

Dogtangle

Play