beanie weenie

in typical camacho dog fashion, we have another slut bucket in the family. with shameless enthusiasm, this is the position of choice for my little puppy if someone so much as moves a hand toward her. "scratch my belly!" or "take me now!"?

here is beanie showing off her new source of entertainment: cage perching. i was doing dishes the other night and didn't hear her bell tinkling as it does when she's walking around. suspecting mischief, i turned to look for her and saw her staring at me from on top of her cage like the queen of the world, as if to say "what? you're just jealous that you can't fit your fat ass on here!". and thus began an evening of espionage, on my part, to use my super-duper sleuth skills to try and inconspicuously reach for the camera, turn it on, and adjust the zoom so that i could turn quickly and take her picture before she would suspect trickery and jump down to investigate.

she is quite the mamma's dog. she is very independant, but if i dare sit on the couch or the floor, i pretty much have to peel her off of me before i can stand up. this is usually where a rousing game of fetch begins:

don't be fooled by the female bonding rituals, she does reserve special attention just for dad. here she is dancing around on his belly after he abondoned his attempts to get a better picture of her sitting on her cage and decided it best to lay on the floor and let her walk all over him. he is the only person for whom she will give special kisses. he gets in her face, gives her the "shmooopsy" tone of voice, calls her his "babies" and politely asks for "kisses", which are enthusiastically given - with special attention to the insides of his nostrils.