Puppy Love

Last night, I had a dream that our beloved fish, Nemo Earring, was dead when I woke up this morning. Then, as Jim and I lamented the lost fish, I looked at him one last time, to see that he had turned into a wriggly, adorable little puppy, who we kept of course, and called him Nemo- even though Nemo is a weird name for a dog... What in the world?

And now, for something completely different, besides the dog part, here's some pictures of Grace and Bebo, as he got the star treatment massage the other day. This is what he does when he wants one- he lays like this on the floor and looks at us. Usually, it works. For such a tough and alert watch dog to leave his post at the window to ask for some love... who could resist?

Grace lovingly rubbed and scratched...
And then he broke out his smile...