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With a couple of thunderstorms rolling through Monday, Hu-dad did not get a chance to mow our grass (which seemed to leap in height the week we were on vacation). So we had another day of hiding in the wild grasses of Sibe Quentin.
Typhoon’s haunches nearly coveredĀ Ā in the tall grass.
At least we know that Frankie is his next intended victim.
Typhoon settles low in the grass to prepare his assault on his big brother.
Break out the popcorn – this will be fun to watch.
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BOL! Tall grass is so much fun! Pass the popcorn, please! BOL!
Got to love the young Sibes of a pack. They sure know how to keep the life of the party going. Ty reminds me of our,Chip when he does that to his older Sibe sisters. They know how to make us smile and laugh too. Gotta love a husky!
Mom sez: Looks like everybody is happy to be back at home again, tall grass or not!