Just missed Corvis. The rug was rendered FUBAR after 1.5 years with a black haired dog.

Big ears.

Taking pictures over your shoulder, while driving, may be hazardous to proper lighting and composition.

This was the drive to Vermont, with two dog crates -- Corvis got to sit (or stand) in his throne at the center of the vehicle.

A better view. A good thing I got a "station wagon". Note that the blue crate is his, and loosely fit in Vanya's flight crate. Loosely, as in packed with shirts to prevent sliding. The big crate barely fit in the "station wagon"

A favorite shot. In this picture you see an aggressive game of CorvisBall (a variant on Calvin ball), with Katy's tail just visible in the top right corner. She almost breached the perimeter around the ball (full size american football) that was too big for him anyway.

Katy is a purebred, near show quality Rhodesian Ridgeback. See the perfectly formed ridge with dual crown?

She's pretty, oh so pretty...

Healthy appetite, of course. She's way bigger than the standard Ridgeback, and still growing in this picture.

She's convinced she's still a lapdog.

...and still oh so pretty.

That's not Corvis' foodbowl. She apparently left some food, and of course, he's opportunistic. The expression on her face is has been best translated as "Hey wait... that's mine... can he do that?"

Katy has many admirable properties, and as the owner of a dog that's too clever, her lack of insight is one of these. When she was very small, this stool on the steps prevented her from going up the stairs. Despite the fact that she could easily step over it, this stool is all that it takes to prevent her from going up the steps still. She watched in amazement as Corvis cleanly stepped over or around it, but didn't process what that implied about her own capabilities.

She loves her mommy. Isn't she cute?

Hard to see, but that's Corvis wearing a black tshirt (white star where his white patch is). He is in exceptional pain at this time. The tshirt is there to prevent him licking his significant wound on his left front leg.

Katy is cute and bored. And exhausted, from three weeks of living at the daycare. Little does she know she goes back the next day.

Conehead!

After a night at the hospital, he came out with a shaved patch and several stitches. This was the result of a complicated situation... the day before we got back from the Ukraine, Corvis was fighting with Katy (as he's wont to do). Amy, the daycare lady, broke them up and Corvis -- in battle mode -- bit her. Bad call, because that bite was answered by Amy's Rottweiler. Multiple puncture wounds, deep tissue damage, drains and stitches and a cone for more weeks. Dow!

It is hard to survey the snow covered front yard with a cone.

Katy wants to know if there is a party in there that she wasn't invited to.

"Can we go back to Pittsburgh now?"

"MY CAR!"