A Plethora of Pretty Pics of Purple Plants Plus a Perky Pooch

On our walk today, I noticed that there seemed to be a lot of pretty purple plants blooming... so thought I'd share them.

Running With The Doggy

Not to be confused with Running With The Devil. (Personally, I'd rather run with my dog.)

I love my new running shoes. And my running buddy!

Our New Family Member. Or "Everybody Loves Carson." (Well, *I* love him anyway...)

Rita has come a long way since we first got her. We don't know if perhaps someone hit her with a stick or something in her past life on the "mean streets," but when she first came to us she would run away whenever I got the broom out.

And that was often, because: shedding! (Look at the pile of dog hair I've got going in that photo. No, wait - don't!)

My Dog Is A Walking Contradiction. Literally. Like, On Walks, I Mean.

Rita is... kind of odd sometimes. (Okay, a lot of the time.)

One thing that's odd about her is that she doesn't really like strangers... and yet, when we go on walks, she often turns up people's walkways as if she wants to go say hi. My normally antisocial dog starts acting social.

Wordless Wednesday: Wherein, Rita Wondered if Wilson Owns a Wubba

Rita luuuuuves** her Wubba.