Run doggies, run

Playing general catchup ... I had family in town this weekend: my brother, his wife and their 1-year-old baby, my nephew Brody. Turns out Izzy-dog loves babies, and she spent the weekend trying to lick him to death, and enduring his ear-pulling and tail-grabbing with remarkable stoicism, in much the same way that she does with Lucky. Both dogs have been sleeping nonstop ever since the baby left. Even Lucky is worn out, and he spent most of his time actively avoiding the baby.

Speaking of dogs, the North American Open sled dog race was this weekend. ( And I took pictures. )