Open Sesame

Hobo thinks if he stares at the crack of the door long enough it will open and let him in. Little does he know I'm taking this picture. He seems to be in great concentration. He even twisted his head like only a confused dog can.

Chewin Bones

The dogs always seem to have a random bone and no one knows where they come from. It was probably one of the many we gave them which they recently found.

That reminds me of a time when Hobo had a bone and then he would all of a sudden take off. My brother and I decided to follow him secretly. Hobo buried it. We waited until he left and then unburied it. We ran around aimlessly until we found Hobo and gave him the bone again. He did the same thing except that he buried it somewhere else. We repeated this pattern for most of the day until we decided to let Hobo rest. It ended up somewhere in one of the fields. I'm sure it's been plowed, seeded and harvested by now!

Typical Winter Day

Today was a very normal, nothing out of the ordinary sort of day. Jessie was curled up in her favorite place. I'm almost sure that rug has been there so long it can't come off the ground.

Hobo was sitting and staring at the door, waiting for someone to look deep into his brown eyes and let him in.

By the Grain Bins

This looks kind of funny. I didn't realize it but it looks like I'm tickling Jessie's ear. She even looks like she's laughing! And of course Hobo is the one who sits for the camera!

Rebel

Jessie had our baseball which halted our game of catch and let me get this great picture!