Easter Video

I did not want to have an Easter Egg hunt.  Matt did.  I thought it was going to be a nightmare and end up in a dog fight.  Luckily, that wasn't the case.  So without further ado the long short-awaited video of the puppies hunting Easter Eggs.  Some dogs (Nigel) are better than others, but I think it was an overall successful hunt.

The Easter Egg Hunt!

Hoppy Easter

There was an Easter Egg Hunt!  Here are the pics - I'll post a video once I figure out how to do that (i.e., Matt does it for me).  No one was spectacular at hunting eggs, but Nigel was the best.  However, everyone did figure out pretty quickly how to crack open eggs to get the treat.  So much for reusing some of the eggs next year.  Meanwhile, Honey got so excited - she pooped during the hunt!  She's so funny.

Honey found one!

Honey found another one!

Nigel, I think you got one, buddy!

Sugar enjoying her spoils.

Matt helping to open eggs.  Clearly, only Honey is obedient enough to sit for the treat.

I think Sugar is leaping in this picture while Nigel is finding another egg.

Here comes the Honey Bunny!

Nigel, look to your right!

Hotel for Dogs

March has been a wash for us.  Out of the 31 days in the month of March only 8 of them were spent at home just Matt and I.  The rest was filled with family or travel.  But we just got back from Atlanta when Matt had drill over the weekend.  We spent our first weekend in a hotel with 3 dogs.  The first night the girls barked for the first hour our so if they heard someone, but after that they were good.  And every night after that they didn't make a peep.  Could've been they were scared of the wrath of Mommy if they woke me from my sleep, but it also could've been that they got to sleep in the bed with us and knew they'd be shipped off into their crate if they caused a commotion.  Anyways, here are some sleeping dogs at the hotel.  I couldn't get one of Honey - she likes to bury her face in your side so it doesn't make for easy picture-taking.

Spoiled rotten.  Next they'll be asking for room service and bones on the pillows.  I don't care.  I could eat those faces up.