veg, i think it's dead

I think I liked it better when Vegas just ate ants. Yesterday, I spotted a tiny mouse in our yard (I guess you can figure out what happened next). Vegas found it eventually and spent the next twenty minutes terrorizing it. She chased it , shook it in her mouth, flung it a few feet, and trotted around the yard with it I don't think she ate it, but she did play with it to death. Literally.

quote of the day

Matt: "If we have a daughter, I hope she's as pretty as Vegas."

view from the bay

To help further our quest for a more beautiful outdoor landscape, the power company decided to dig up our sidewalk and boulevard. Thanks, guys, but next time just send cash.

a moment of silence please

Never ever trust a dog around shoes. I mean this in all seriousness. Even if he or she has never touched a shoe, if you leave them out, you're asking for it. I admit that I've been lax in the area of shoe security lately. I just toss them by the door and leave them. Vegas usually pulls on the laces a bit and leaves them be. No problem, right? I should have known better. The first sign of trouble: she chewed through a shoelace on Thursday morning. Rather than take the hint, I ignored it. Tsk tsk tsk. Now look what my poor judgement has led to...

the victims

the suspect