Why do they call you Ickey?

Ickey Licking His Red Bone

Ickey: It’s really [L]ickey because I like to lick my toys.

No. It’s more like Icky because you like to lick bird poop that lands on the rocks in our backyard…

One of the hard part of working outside of the house is that there is nothing for the dogs to do between 8 a.m and 5 p.m. on the weekdays.

Ickey napping indoors

Ickey: Weekdays are the worse. There is nothing to do but to nap.

Ickey napping outdoors

Ickey: I nap indoors and I nap outdoors. I hope that it is the weekends when I wake up.

Beanpole takes the pups for a walk everyday. Michelle, who is turning 12 this year, however, doesn’t go walking everyday.

Every Sunday, however, Michelle would go for a walk because I get to go with them.

Michelle walking with Ickey and Heidi on a Sunday

Ickey: Forward. Forward. I can move Forward.

Heidi: is that a blueberry kid?

Michelle falling behind Ickey and Heidi

Michelle: I want to cook today. Can Beanpole do some shopping for me today?

Sure. We will grab something when we go to the Thai Food Festival today.

Beanpole shopping at the Thai Food Festival

Michelle smiling on a Sunday

Michelle: Thanks. Now I can make Mung Bean Cake.

Today was a special day in the kitchen.

Beanpole is squeezing lemons in the kitchen.

Michelle stands guard.

Michelle: What are the lemons for?

Ta Da – the lemons are for the crab.

Michelle: Not Ta Da. So sad. No crab for us.

Heidi: It’s hard to be a shepherd in a golden family. There were no pictures of me in yesterday’s post. ::: Yawn :::

It’s because you were too scared to swim (and we were too scared to throw you into the water).

You seemed content just chewing your ball on the grass.

But I think you had a good time. Just look at your smile.