last week we took murray to the vet for what we thought was a problem with his hips. x-rays quickly revealed that his hips are perfect but his back is a mess.

almost 3 years ago our business completely outgrew our old house and, not wanting to try to shuttle 11 (at the time) dogs to work every day, we knew we didn’t want to move the business out of our house

to throw a monkey wrench in your life.

flanagan is slowly but surely becoming a dog. in the last week we’ve learned that he loves to play tug of war, he wags his tail constantly, you cannot take a bad picture of him and his previous owners treated him worse than originally thought (unimaginable isn’t it).

a few years ago a friend who loves wilson bought him a tan trench coat

the chickens were moved outside last week and are really enjoying their new digs

last week, in fact early morning of the day we went to atlanta, i found out about a deaf, albino wolfhound