Ripley here. I know, I’ve been as absent as my Mom has when it comes to posting on this blog. What can I say, I’m a born follower.

But really, when you see photos like this, can you blame me?

Dad purchased this costume for me years ago. Thankfully, I never had to wear it. It even made it into the Goodwill pile… I was home free! Except then the boy decided he wanted to be Robin for Halloween, and the costume was exhumed.

Mom actually thought she might be able to repurpose the costume for the boy… but turns out only the cape would work. Regardless, once the package was opened, I was doomed. She got all giddy as she dressed me in this get up, made the boy pose with me… oh the dogmanity.

Sheesh.

Yesterday the kids “raked” the leaves. Then they went berserk in them. The dog too went berserk, and I took tons of photos. Typically I whittle my photo selections down to a select few to represent an event. Not this time. Today I’m posting all the good ones to tell the story of the day. So after clicking for more you’ll see a ba-zillion photos.

Also, Ripley and I have teamed us as co-narrators on this post, because he was very active during this day as well. That and he hasn’t been around in a while. So the comments will be from me or Rip, like this:

M: These are comments from me. M is for Mom… not for “Me.”
R: Woof. Whatever… let’s get going, shall we?
M: Alrighty then. You heard the Poodle… (more…)

Yo. Poodle here. Looks like homeboy is stealing my schtick. What can I say, he learned from the best. The head tilt is classic CUTE. Works every time.

Hey, it’s me again, Rip. Just wanted to share some pictures from last Saturday when I took the family out for a walk. I’m generous like that.

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Ripley here.

See that black fuzzy thing sticking out from under the pile of laundry on the stairs? You guessed it, that is yours truly. It might appear that I’m just sitting there getting laundry thrown on me. But in reality is that what I’m doing is making the chore more fun for Jayne, so she’s actually doing it. Throwing laundry down is a task that Mom asks Jayne to do, and she often grumbles about it. Enter me, the glutton for punishment, and walah… instant entertainment!

Even Wesley started giggling and getting in on the “fun.” Yeah. I’m quite certain I don’t get paid enough for this.