My dogs make me laugh. Sometimes they make me cry, or even swear, but mostly they warm my heart and make me laugh.

Aspen is a silly little clown. In my last post, I shared a photo of her sitting in the toybox. Turns out, that's not just a random happening as more and more, it's the first place she heads to. Climbs up in there, either sits or settles right down, and sometimes even has a snooze perched on top of the toys.

The dogs have a toy that's an egg-shaped rubber vessel covered by fleece with a little sheepie-face on it. It makes no noise when you squeeze it but when you release, it's makes a rather rude sound. We refer to it, affectionately, as the "farting sheep", and the doggies LOVE it. This sheep is usually in the toy boy and when Aspen climbs up into it, she steps on it and as she moves, it makes its' rude noise. It surprises her and she turns her head or lifts up her foot to see where the noise came from. Each time she moves, again erupts the sound. I've tried to capture it on video but of course, she hops out as I approach.

She was in the toybox again this morning. After she hopped out to head to her crate for breakfast, Capri (never wanting to give up any of her limelight) immediately hopped in and looked at me with anticipation, cocking her head, wiggling ... "Look, look at me, Mom! I'm just as cute as her!"

Happy Trails ... Theresa