Moving Day and Baths and Bites

 It's a doxie in a boxie!  HA RHYME.  Today was a big day for my parents', moving day!  They are downsizing and moving out of the house that my sister and I grew up in, which is very cool.  A whole lot of friends and family mobilized today to help out, which was super.  To represent the day's activities in this dog blog, we have my parents' dachshund, Dawson, posing in a moving box.

Dawson observing his new outdoor digs.

Oh no!  The worst fate.  After moving time, we helped unload a piano at Cousin Everett's farm.  Which meant that Perri was doing all sorts of filthy farmdog activities: wallowing in the pond, romping through fields, attempting to kill another chicken and generally having a blast.

Oh terrible, terrible baths.

|"Yes, there were TWO shampooings.  YES SHE BLOW DRIED MY HAIR."

"I would not lie about this."

The Flying Poodle?

MR. LAW AND ORDER SAYS TO STOP HAVING FUN.

Demonic posession??

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BEWARE OF THIS POODLE.

Look!  A stowaway!  The stowaway thinks that these dogs are CRAZY.  (Dawson will be staying until mid-week since my mother is going away with some friends.)