Things the Puppies Learned since Thanksgiving Weekend:

1. How to escape from a fenced yard when it becomes clear that Mommy and Daddy must have forgotten about you:

While we were in Atlanta , my aunt and uncle were kind enough to agree to keep the puppies in their fenced yard (where their two dogs happily stay without any trouble).

Enter Dagny.
Enter Hank.

2. That Waffle House ROCKS!

I got a call on my cell phone (the number on their collars) at about 8:00 AM on Sunday morning from a nice young man who was standing in front of Waffle House with “two black and white dogs. Are they yours?” Oh yeah they were.

In all seriousness, we were very concerned that they had gotten out and very very relieved that they had avoided any cars, but it is difficult to not appreciate the humor that our dogs passed up all the neighbors’ houses, Wendy’s, a gas station, and instead chose the single greatest establishment ever . . . Waffle House! Also, the fact that they stayed together during this little rendezvous is just a little too comical to ignore. My vote is that Dagny was the ringleader for this bad puppy behavior but that Hank probably chose Waffle House.

Upon getting back home, I decided to update their tags with a little more info (address and another phone number). And, since Hank’s old collar was stretched to the limit, I got him a blue one to match Dagny’s pink “Life is Good” collar. He looks very handsome in it!

Dagny and Hank were very happy to be home and promptly fell asleep and stayed zonked out all afternoon and evening. Apparently their big adventure was quite tiring.

3. If you stand on the air conditioner, you can stare at the people in the dining room. Grrrrrrrrreat.
4. That First Birthdays are Good Times.

For their first birthday, Dagny and Hank got pig ears, a big bone, a new squirrelly, and a squeaky bone toy (that I said wouldn’t last – and didn’t). We also went down to the little stream where they like to play in the water. That is always a hit!

The pig ears were, of course, the favorite items, but the big bone (which Hank picked out) led to what was probably the greatest weekend of his life. He "worked" on it for hours and hours and hours, and the proceeded to place pieces in various hiding places around the house (behind cushions, the TV, etc.). We think they’ve all been rediscovered and eaten by now, but if you are ever a guest at Casa Rhamey and find a little piece of bone in your pillow, sorry - that was Hank’s doing.

Present Time!

The Birthday Girl with her squeaky bone before Hank destroyed it. The Birthday Girl very upset that The Birthday Boy has the squeaky bone.

Pig Ears are sooooo Yummy!

Notice how they use their paws like hands; it is pretty creepy actually.

Hank and his bone - BLISS!