Our daughter and son-in-law (aka Chicken Mama and Chainsaw Tommy) with our granddog Maisy who looks like she's just been chastised. She wasn't.
By the expression on Roy's face, you might think he was guzzling something potent. He wasn't.
By the expression on my face, you might think I was half asleep. I wasn't. (Have I ever mentioned I'm not very photogenic?)
Chainsaw Tommy modeling hat I knit him. Hat is definitely over-shadowed by his beloved green Christmas pants.
This is granddog Tucker momentarily stretched out on the floor with his blankie. A pose not normal for him. Usually he's bouncing across the floor with an honest-to-goodness smile on his face chanting, "Happy dog, happy dog, I'm a happy, happy dog!”
Don't know what got into Zoey. This present was not for her but she was intent on helping Chicken Mama open it.