Doo Be Doo Be Do

A couple months ago, we were shopping at Target, looking for a water dish for Ginny, and we found this cute microphone squeak toy. She absolutely loves it. She'll carry it around the house, or chase it around our backyard. Of course she forgets to bring it in sometimes, and it gets all wet from the dew or rain, but afterall, she's just a dog. One who knows exactly how to turn on the "I didn't do it" look.

Doggy Dogg World

This weekend the gardeners (aka my parents) came to visit. Was Ginny ever a happy puppy. Nana let her lick her fingers every time she ate White Cheddar Cheez-Its, and even Pop-pop tried to let her get away with things. (Mom and Dad had to put our feet down multiple times to remind them not to feed her table food.) And she was outside almost all day everyday, playing in the new dirt piles created when all the weeds were pulled and hydrangeas moved, and then chasing after all the squirrels and birds who came to eat the newly uncovered bugs and mulberries. Did I mention we even had a hawk siting? But now it's back to the normal rain (and humidity) we've had almost every other day this summer. You guys got out just in time.