Wordless Wednesday - Spreading the Happy

I was tagged by Dolly (thanks, Dolly!) over at Dolly the Doxie to participate in the "8 Photos of Happiness" tag that is making it's way around the interwebs. Thank you to Ariel’s little corner of the internet for coming up with the idea!

With all the "sad" that's out there in the news everyday, it's good to spread a little happy!

Here are my photos, in no particular order:

This funny puppy makes me happy!

Monday Mischief - Custom Bedding for the Dog Part II

Remember when Rita took it upon herself to customize her own bedding? (In a nutshell, she purloined a no-longer-needed twin mattress topper that I didn't know where to store and "customized" it to fit her fuzzy little form.)

There Goes Peter Cottontail...

On a recent walk at a nearby park, Rita spotted something...

Something good...

Monday Mischief: Rita and the Breadsticks

From the title of this post you might suspect Rita got into a package of breadsticks and ate them.

Nope. Our girl would never do that. Siriously, never.

She won't even eat one breadstick.

Here is a (not very good) picture of her enjoying a bite of a breadstick.

But she won't eat a whole one.

Wordless Wed.: To Sleep, Perchance To Dream

Sometimes the pups at the shelter just want a little loving during what should be their roaming around, sniffing, and playing time. 

Weather Mischief - But We'll Take It!

Doesn't it seem like the weather's crazy everywhere lately? It certainly was here in San Diego this weekend. Everybody knows California is in the midst of a terrible drought and we've been hoping for rain while others are getting pummeled.

Just the other day Sue at Talking Dogs was wishing she could share some of their excessive rain with those of us praying for rain. Well, it seems like her wish came true!

Saturday morning we woke to a rare sound here - thunder! Rita was a little concerned, but not too bad.

However when the rain meant we had to cut our usual Saturday long-walk short, she wasn't thrilled.

Less Wordy Wed: The Dog Doesn't Want To Be A Bother

Usually Rita sleeps later than I do and I'm up before her, but the other morning I came around the corner and here she was, waiting patiently by the backdoor to go out:

This is what she does when she wants to go in or out. She waits.