Gone to the Dogs!

This is a typical morning at my house. Chloe curled up watching cartoons with the doggies hanging all over her. The toy rat terrier under her chin is Bella. (Nick-named Smell-a-Bella because she finds every disgusting thing in the yard and will roll in it, if we don't watch her. The very worst was when she found the spot that I dump the cat litter.) The chocolate and tan Chihuahua is my baby, Chi-chi; she will see me get the car keys and wait at the door to see if I'll let her go. Chloe is so funny; she'll say something like "Chi-chi, Walmart is not a drive through, so you can't go!" and the larger rat is Allen's weird dog, Sneaky Peaches, whom we call Sneaches. All the other dogs prefer me, but not this girl; she loves Allen. He pretends to beat-her up every night before bed and she just takes and even seems to enjoy it. They are so funny; the other morning Allen made an egg sandwich; took two bites off of it and went to the bathroom. When he returned the sandwich was gone and all three dogs were licking their lips. They are a constant source of amusement and affection. We loves these three girls. I just wish we had room indoors for all our dogs, and then again. Maybe not.