Since today was supposed to be the end of the world and all, I figured I better get as much use out of the new camera as possible. So, what did the pooches and I do? Yep, we played around outside. Take that, pending apocalypse!
It was a beautiful day–started out cold, but then warmed up. Nothing like starting the day at freezing temperatures and then having to put on a t-shirt by the afternoon. Oh, Texas! What bizarre weather you have! Maybe this really is the beginning of the end.
I promise not to bore you too much more with pictures of the dogs. I just couldn’t help myself. Plus, if today really is the end, you won’t see anymore photographs of my dogs anyway and no one should leave this world without experiencing a little bit of doggy cuteness, even if my canines are super paranoid about the end of civilization.
Grimm thought the bamboo would be a good place to hide in case the alien hordes came screaming down from the heavens. He said he would pretend to be a panda bear and maybe they would leave him alone. I told him to get out the white paint.
Charley, who is usually the tough dog of the bunch, really worried all day about the world ending. Here, in the above picture, he kept asking Grimm to protect him. Really, Charley? You’re supposed to be the tough guy. Grimm’s the big wimp. Just goes to show you that sometimes those with the biggest talk are also those with the biggest, girliest screams when the real poop hits the fan. Just saying…
Zella and Grimm practiced evasive maneuvers, in case the zombie horde came shambling out of the bramble. In this instance, Grimm pretended to be a zombie while Zella ran to get a weapon–her big stick. Notice the vacant look in Grimm’s eyes and the slobber running down his chin. He does zombie a little too well.
Charley still couldn’t seem to relax, even as the day went on. He kept muttering about natural disasters and asteroid impacts. He told me he wanted to drink some whiskey, for “liquid courage”. I told him he could drink whiskey in 6 years, when he turned 21. He was not amused, as you can see in the picture above.
Zella kept watch on the skies for any other-worldly invaders. I told her she was going to hurt her eyes, staring at the sun and all. She didn’t care. All of a sudden, she started jumping around, babbling about how she saw them up in the trees–the aliens had arrived! Um, no, Zella. Those were just squirrels. See what happens when you have sunspots in your eyes? Can’t even tell a grey alien from a grey squirrel. Boy, was she embarrassed (but not as much as Charley, because when she started shrieking, he high tailed it under the deck, screeching along with her).
Only a few more hours to go, folks, until we get past the 21st of December, 2012. Then all my chickens…I mean canines…can stop worrying. Once we make it past midnight, we’ll be okay and maybe Charley will finally put the shotgun away. At least he’s not cowering under the covers. Maybe I’ll give him that whiskey after all. Wait a minute…paranoid dogs…isn’t that a sign of the apocalypse?
Grimm's Furry Tail 
