Aside from dropping off the RX-8 at the shop last night (nothing wrong with it, it's just getting that stupid exterior protection crap we paid for), we pretty much did nothing, so there's not a whole lot to write about.
The one thing I did do was take a picture of the three dog toys in our house that have managed to survive. Remember the football? And the basketball? Both are still alive and kicking. And last weekend, Marc secretly bought Bandit the baseball version of those toys. I think because they're round, there's no good place to chew a hole in them. Anyways, he's turning into a regular sports-doggy. Here's the happy family (note Bandit's feet in the photo - he's not-so-patiently waiting for me to be done with his toys):
Oh, one funny thing about Bandit. He gets really agitated when Marc and I pretend to fight. Like we'll pretend to hit each other and yell, "ow!" and he starts to bark at us and paw at my arms and stuff. Lately it's funny, because we do that, and he gives off this agitated bark, and goes and grabs his toy and shoves it at us. It's really cute, haha.
And people say dogs aren't smart ... here's an example of an intelligent learned behavior.
Go smartie Bandit!!!
That's a little better than what Socks used to do, which was lock his paws around our legs and start humping us.
I thought the paws in the picture were really cute.
Betsy used to do that all the time. You couldn't squat in front of that dog without ending up with her humping your back.
Bandit humped his first dog the other day. He'd never done that before, since he's always been very submissive. But I guess adolescence is kicking in, and he decided to try asserting his dominance on this poor little mini doberman puppy.