Tired From a Good Week

Spring Beach Week is coming to an end and we have to travel home on Sunday (Are we there yet, hu-dad? Are we there yet?). For some odd reason, the hu-dad made sure that we had extra long walks yesterday so that we were tired from a good week at the beach.

resist naps.

Back from yet another long walk. But we will resist naps.

resistance is weak

Ok, our resistance might be weak.

Kiska

Kiska

Natasha

Queen Natasha

Frankie

Frankie

Qannik

Qannik

Cheoah

Cheoah (Notice the crater that Cheesewhiz has dug for herself).

Typhoon

And, most importantly (to be asleep), Typhoon.

2 Comments

  1. Dennis the Vizsla on May 4, 2014 at 11:33 pm

    hello thundering herd its dennis the vizsla dog hay hoo detonayted the sleeping husky bomb at yore kampsite??? ha ha ha ha ha ha ok bye

  2. Little Reufus on May 4, 2014 at 8:11 pm

    I’m a little tried from just imagining what it took for Typhoon teu get tired!

    wif lubbs from Little Reufus

    PS What a great week!

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