Monday, January 14, 2008

Scooby Scooby Doo


When my son was little, he became a big fan of Scooby Doo.

Somewhere, hidden away in a packing box, is a tape recording of three-year-old Joseph confessing his love for Velma. I couldn't believe he didn't fall for the blonde. Well, he did but that was years later ....

So here we are in 2008 and Joseph and Daphne, oops, Katie have adopted a dog. Three kids and, heavens, we all know that "every kid needs a dawg" (Jack O'Neill, Stargate SG1). The dog has shepherd and bloodhound in her. KoKo is her name; scooby doing is her game.

I now have three granddogs. They seem to be as inexpendable as grandkids. KoKo on the west coast; Nina and Eli in the Berkshires. Here are the east-coast puppers.




They're all mutts. Bless 'em and the kids for choosing shelter dogs.

Woof.

5 comments:

Patti McCracken said...

gorgeous.

geogirl said...

Awwwww...

What sweethearts. I want to give 'em both a big hug and a scratch behind the ears.

BOSSY said...

Grandogs! Love it.

twolimeleaves said...

I've been so bad at commenting lately, E. But I have to tell you that this sweet post must have resounded in me somewhere - last night I dreamed about our beautiful (departed) dog, Jackson. We were hugging each other and playing together. It was lovely! Thanks xxx

pogonip said...

Dogs are just part of the family. When my son got a dog for Christmas we told our own dog that she was getting a "niece". I got to puppysit today since he had to work and I didn't and I took a zillion pics.