After returning home from the dog park on Sunday, I thought it might be a good time to take some photos of Roxie in the house–maybe she’d be a bit more calm than usual, having run her little legs off.
The light was low, I’m vehemently anti-flash, and Roxie is exceptionally wiggly (you may have noticed). I took 300 photos. These are the best of the lot.
“Where’s my dog?”
“Oh. There’s my dog.”
An Obama-esque fist bump? Or is he punching her in the face?
Thinking of being ornery…
Really ornery plan up her metaphorical sleeve…
Or maybe it’s just an itch:
And now a bit of a chew…
And we seem to be settling down:
….Or ARE we?
Nope! Roxer Boxer is at it again!
“What’s wrong, Mommy? Don’t you want to play?”
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