Here's a photo of Clover, Daphne and Jack in the corner of the kitchen. I tumble all those dog beds and floor pillows in the dryer every morning to remove excess hair. While they're tumbling, I sweep the floor. With five dogs and five cats, pet hair is a constant around here:
Georgette still spends most of her days and nights in her new soft bed on the kitchen table. When I eat there, I order her to get back in her bed and she does so (well, usually). This is an acceptable arrangement except when she barfs all over my papers:
And the dogs enjoy their winter wonderland, at least when it isn't too terribly cold and windy:
Jack generally runs in circles all the time he's outdoors. It was rare for me to catch him standing still:
This is his usual manner of operation, running and leaping like a crazed grasshopper:
Clover, Fergus and Jack. They were watching me, wondering what I was doing:
Daphne and Clover, who I've often called "The Silly Sisters," haven't been so silly lately. Mostly they've mellowed into "The Sweet Sisters:"
Giant Seamus and medium sized Fergus in the farm house:
And lastly, the infamous Bugsy. He's almost grown now and feeling mighty frisky although he's still on antibiotics as a safeguard. But his activity level has gone way up and he spends much of every day running, harassing the other cats and playing with toys. Sometimes it sounds like there is a bowling alley upstairs. When I hear that, I know that Bugsy is playing:
