Climbing again. This time so Gunther won't eat her raisins. Zander and I planted three grape vines in our yard. They all blistered and died before hardly a bud bloomed. Good. Grapes are poisonous to dogs.
Cora finding herself smitten.
Both of these were the cutest creatures on the planet. I let me feelings go unguarded for one moment and sat down on the floor with them to play. Gunther, that naughty beast, began nipping at my face and slobbering all over me. Cora, seized the opportunity, saw her chance, and jumped me from behind, screaming and scratching.
I bolted to a safe standing position and yelled "Gunther! No! Sit!" Immediately they both sat and looked up innocently.