Dogs on Quilts

I have dogs and I have quilts.  That means I'm a natural for the Pets On Quilts Show hosted by SewCalGal.
This is Susie.  She is the elder of our two golden retrievers, at nine years old.  She loves to sleep on her back like this - she spend most afternoons with her feet in her air, and often with her head hanging down off the sofa.  Whoever said it was a dog's life didn't know my dogs.  Susie is very sociable and she smiles and shows her teeth in greeting.  It is bit off-putting for people who don't know her, but she is truly smiling.  She often wakes me in the morning by jumping onto the bed on my chest and smiling into my face - I have become inured to waking to a full-on view of flashing choppers.

And, for the sake of equity, I'm going to post this photo of Darla.  It's an older photo, and I meant to enter into SewCalGal's pet/quilt show last year, but I wasn't organized enough to do it in time.  Darla is seven.  Look at that face - you'd never know she is a murderess.  Several squirrels are wearing halos and playing harps right now, thanks to Darla.

Entries to the Pets on Quilts Show are accepted until the 19th.  Click on this button to take you there!





Edited to add these videos of Susie and Darla.  This first one is of Susie getting her ears tickled, which she dearly loves - it makes her smile big time!

I just uploaded this video of Darla, but it is actually a few years old.  We found a homeless, young cat walking down the middle of our busy street - he was about 6 months old, and, as it turned out, deaf as a post.  We loved this little guy, because he fit right in with us, and he loved, loved, loved our two dogs.  He got on especially well with Darla, who was about four at the time. Alas, I am terribly, debilitatingly allergic to cats, so we had to find him a new home.   They played like this nonstop for the three weeks he was in our house.ploaded it, but it is a few years old.  We found a homeless, young cat walking down the middle of our busy street - he was about 6 months old, and, as it turned out, deaf as a post.  We loved this little guy, because he fit right in with us, and he loved, loved, loved our two dogs.  He got on especially well with Darla, who was about four at the time. Alas, I am terribly, debilitatingly allergic to cats, so we had to find him a new home.   They played like this nonstop for the three weeks he was in our house.