Flintville's Fashionistas

Wild Dogs, Front and Center!

 
Subtitled: "A Hunting We Will Go?"
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These are important... somehow
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Good Afternoon Everyone;
Lest you think I have abandoned you, rest assured I am still alive. hehehe
There have been more than a few times in the past days here that I wished I wasn't.
Been wrestling a migraine since Saturday. It comes and goes at its leisure and not mine.


Even with respect to my head on Saturday, we found such fun (sprinkled with bellyaches from laughter).

Kelli called as I was going to put some pictures into this machine. She wanted to take the dogs for a walk... And had a few other things to do as well.
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Punk tries to be a lapdog...
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Kelli had also brought more wood for the campfires...
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We are restocked now! (Thank you Sweetie)!
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Since she was working hard all day- (they were cleaning out their garage), she had sweatpants on. This is acceptable clothing for such a day.
Had it been snowing, like a little kid, I would have had to bundle her up like a penguin in snow~pants and scarves and mittens etc.
Remember those days? One either had to go potty after getting dressed, or simply had to accept the fact that you couldn't walk in such attire. Thank God it was fun to fall over.

It is nice when they grow up and can dress themselves for whatever weather we have...
Like Casey does...
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Casey dressed for a nippy day in Minnesota.
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But now, in Wisconsin, there is Hunting Season.
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A proper and safe way to dress is called for, for everyone that ventures outside.

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Though she loves hunting, Casey will probably not be getting back there this year.
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But back to the above safety pins...    
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They are necessary when you have to dress the dogs for Hunting Season.



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A few pins, strategically placed, should keep their colors from sliding off.

Key word: "should".      hehehe
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Punk, unimpressed and impervious, watches as CocoBean gets "dressed"
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Mr. Miller had been the first to get dressed. He is after all the closest color to whitetail deer that we have in dogs.

He was not amused...
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And he'd hoped no one would see him...
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But the squirrel did!
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That squirrel kept looking and laughing;
using that irritating sound they make when they are amused
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The dogs made fun of each other too.
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When things became noisy, they were told to take it onto the grass.

They did. And had glorious fun, making fun of each other...
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Even Mr. Miller got in on that action.

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Know that Kelli and I had all we could do not to snort, we were laughing so hard.
Know too, we could not even speak at that point...

Again, Mr. Miller took it personally.

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He felt he had to at least try to hide...
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Checking the lawn, that squirrel was laughing even harder...
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But at least had the decency to turn his back to spare Mr. Millers feelings
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Kelli laughed so hard that the dogs went and pushed her over.
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Mr Miller to the rescue!
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Even the birds stopped eating when Kelli went down...
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(And I didn't even know chickadees could giggle)! hehehe
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Meanwhile, CocoBean and Punk were still arguing about whom was the cutest.
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Miller finally rescued Miss Kelli
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And it was time to head back to the woods.

Miller, not being able to stand it anymore, was first to leave the lawn
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Punk was grazing, (and CocoBean was apparently invisible).
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It had been a dark and froggy morning.
Still the orange would keep them safe.

And they were off!

As Kelli rounded the corner of the field, the previously invisible Miss CocoBean had come running out of the squash patch...

PICTURE THIS if you can...

By that time, I was near to the old pear tree with my camera.  A darn good thing too.
CocoBean had come tearing out of at field just as her 'sleeve' had come undone, as well as the top pin that earlier had kept her 'shirt' from hanging down and tripping her over.
Pins undone...
This caused the young dog to do a perfect somersault! How she managed to tuck her head in and under remains a mystery. Know that this somersault was Olympic quality.
Fortunately for me, I managed to hang onto the pear tree; as I was laughing too hard to remain standing.


Kelli stopped to refasten CocoBean's pins again...
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When they got back up to the house, Punk was hungry again.

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(That mix of wild peppermint and grass by the old stump must be really yummy)!
CocoBean still looking a little dizzy from her Doggie Olympics...
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I asked CocoBean what she thought of going ass over teakettles?

Though I am still not quite sure how she replied, I do know her face tells all...
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Poor Beans!

Are you laughing now?.
Such is the Fashion Industry in Wisconsin for the next week...

Hope everyone is having a "wunnaful" holiday week!
Love to all.

XOXO
Me