Schnoodle Shenanigans Nonet

Our three schnoodles have their morning rituals down. They are as predictable and relentless as the wrens building nests in our garage. Same games, same antics every morning and afternoon- and we play along because things were not always this way. It took effort and patience to build the trust and happiness from the trauma of life before rescue, and we are the ones these boys depend on to keep them from starving and being abandoned again. We are not their first rodeo. But we are their first and last loving family – even if we have to convince them that they are all a little bit badass as we anthropomorphize their every move and talk for them in their own special voices. Finally, they are seen and heard. And loved.

one is viciously tempting dad’s play

(tug of war with his posh blanket)

two is cussing shameful threats

at the deer just outside

three nose-nudges ball

to Dad to throw

down the hall ~

{morning

games}!