Sunday, October 27, 2013

Update for 2013


Hey, friends.  My family and I moved to Old Lyme, CT in 2012, and boy do I love it.  We walk on the beach almost every day, and sometimes I sun myself on the beach chairs at The Pavilion, which is a bar on the beach.  I have a big yard with an electronic fence so I can run everywhere I want.  Life is good at the beach!

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

August 16, 2011


Lucy isn't supposed to dig in Mommy's "special" garden.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

The Toad Whisperer

The Hunt ...






Having acquired her subject, Lucy the Toad Whisperer imparts soothing words on Mr. Toad.







Friday, June 3, 2011

Lucy Did Something Bad


Lucy's Mom left her alone in the house for awhile today. When she returned, what was left of Mom's favorite garden hat was on the floor. Mom scolded her and, when Dad came home from work, he didn't give her her nightly biscuit. Lucy was sorry for what she had done.


Later on, Mom and Dad took Lucy for a long walk at Chatfield Hollow State Park, so she's not sad anymore.






Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Trip to Sandwich



Lucy had her first trip to the Cape. She's not quite old enough to go without a leash, and she still needs a "Gentle Leader" collar to help her mind her manners.










She sat quietly while her parents ate at a Cafe.

















Later in the nice motel that takes only good dogs, she enjoyed her new Nylabone - for about 2 hours.






Then, since she was on vacation, she tried out a new hair style.



































Saturday, March 26, 2011

March 23, 2011

Lucy's first birthday was March 23. She got to wear a green wreath courtesy of her adoptive mother, then got pumpkin cake. Lucy eats pumpkin every day to help with a (ahem) canine digestive problem.

She wouldn't let us light the candle. Stay, Lucy!

Wait. Wait. Wait.
OK!

Mmmmmm














and Happy Birthday to her brother Benedict Bentley.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

February 8, 2011

Well, the snow has stopped for awhile and Lucy is confined to playing in the channels we've shoveled or stomped for her around the yard. Because the snow is higher than our back fence in places, we have to be careful the ball (and then Lucy) doesn't slide over the fence and down the hill.