Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Sleeping on a Cloud of Barkday Dreams . . .

It may not have been my Barkday . . . but it's kinda comfy to reap the benefits.



Oh, sweet softness . . . enrapture me!

xo,
Wiley

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Great work with the snow making!!

River

Hazel said...

What did you rip up Wiley?
It looks like you had a lot of fun and then wore yourself out.
Hey, was it one of Fievel's barkday prizes? Were you getting back at her for something.
Come on Wiley, you know I love the gossip!
Spill the beans boy!

Sparky said...

Looks like you destroyed something. Good job! Don't you just love all that fuzz?

Poppy said...

Uh oh! What did you do? Who did you disembowel?

Poppy

Vi said...

So much fun for the dogs! ...
And yet, such a headache for the humans to clean up ...

Tadpole said...

Way to go, WILEY! Incredible work, dude. You make me proud to be a fellow doggin. :-)

Starla said...

Did you get in trouble Wiley? I don't get away with doing anything cool like that.