Welcome to Cyndi Doolittle's zany-zoo!

Doolittle, haha, I made a funny, since I have actually done so little since school's been out. Back to the blog. A humorist, I'm not.

What a wonderful weekend!

Fang and Dewey had a great romp yesterday, and they had a grand time playing a sneaky game of "I got your treat, ha!" We were having a fine afternoon when Dewey decided he'd just steal Fang's treat, but Fang got even by waiting around and playing cute... then, actually pulled a stunt by walking off and pretending to be "oh so disinterested"

- and when Dewey saw that - he got up and walked away. Well, ever so sly baby Fang walked over and ker-plunk sat himself down and took Dewey's bone. Never mind the fact that ALL dogs each got a bone, but these two "dudes" had to have this particular one - for no apparent reason. Males.

Ahh, this is the way life should be . . . good friends . . . a good game... some fragrant roses...and a well-deserved bone to call my own! "Dewey, ya snooze - ya loose, buddy!"

Dewey, dude, I win!

Today was glider day, and a remarkable glider day, it was, too! Kiely took her first glide since I brought her home - just like nothing had ever been wrong! She had been riding around on my shoulder, when she saw something on the TV that caught her eye, and ZOOOOM! There she went! My heart stopped, but I thought, well, she knows what she's capable of! Sure enough - she was fine - and was all wound up and ready for her workout. In another few weeks, I'll see if it's time to get a second set of x-rays. She has had some health concerns, but this little girl is doing so much better - and so quickly, too! She only moved in with us May 12th (with Kie, and their joey, Charlie), but today, she was out and about and all over the place - all at once. What a little bundle of energy this little lady is! I admire her spirit . . . she's a tough little cookie!

Charlie is her "spirited" son, and one of his favorite activities is to "crab his little head off" when I want to take him out for playtime. He thinks he's scaring me, but really, it's kinda cute. He'll raise a fuss, and I'll just get him anyway... then, it's as if he rethinks his position and begins to take more of an "Oh, well... she's got me, might as well make the most of it" philosophy. Here he is after our playtime - asleep and purring in my hand!

Silly Charlie... tricks are for kids!

Now, the next little event is the introduction proper of Meg and BooBoo's twin boys. We haven't named them yet (dad was going to but he changed his mind). John has been thinking Victor (from the movie Frankenstein) and Viggo (after Viggo Mortensen "because he's too cool - and that name is really neat"). Well, these are vocal little guys, so why not? Actually, this might sound kinda crazy, but I think one is a little older than the other one... not only did we not see the other one for like a week, but they are not the same size... you'll see, meet Meg's boys, Victor and Viggo...