What's A Little Slobber Between Friends?

They're lucky to have each other, these girls of mine.

Even if they don't know it yet.

Photos courtesy of Lauren

Comments

  1. toyfotoOctober 6, 2006 at 2:36 PM

    Oh I know. We are losing one of ours sadly. The elder of the two is dying. And Ittybit is REALLY just beginning to adore her. It's soooo heartbreaking.

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  2. AlisynOctober 6, 2006 at 3:01 PM

    Beautiful! Both of them. Is there any better friend than a dog?

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  3. Mrs. ChickyOctober 7, 2006 at 7:35 PM

    Gaah! Though I love the photo you already sent me, these two of your dog with your daughter are the ones I should put up on my blog. Just so we can say 'See? See! Does this look like a dangerous dog?!'.

    Okay, I'm done. Lovely photos, truly.

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  4. jenOctober 8, 2006 at 11:55 AM

    ah...absolutely. love it.

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  5. ChrisOctober 8, 2006 at 7:48 PM

    Nasty. You can actually see Roxie's tongue going into her open mouth. What a gross bunch of girls I live with.

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  6. AmyOctober 9, 2006 at 6:37 AM

    Chris, maybe its time to try for a boy?
    -Amy

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