Time To Round Up The Kids, Ma...

It's pitcher takin time!

I had Zoe and Crash groomed yesterday. It's a huge deal because for a month, my dogs walk around looking like street dwellers but after $50 and 5 hours at the groomers, they end up looking like they are supposed to look. This lasts for a few days until Crash decides to raid the trash can and stick his fluffy face into an open can of spagettios to lick the last vestiges of tomato sauce from inside the can or until Zoe finds it necessary to roll around on the decaying carcass of something in my parents' backyard.
Anywho, I took this opportunity to take some great pics of the dogs.
By the time it was over, I was out of breath and sweating like a freakin ditch digger.
These dogs don't understand the meaning of "Stay there, Sweetie...no, no, don't get up...stay there. Look at Mommy! Look here! No! No! Don't jump down! Dammit!!! Quit moving around. Look at the fucking camera!"
What once seemed like an exciting event that had the dogs wagging their tails and jumping up and down quickly turned into three dogs looking scared with their tails between their legs.

I did get some decent pictures that I'll upload this weekend and share with the class.