We are one dog shy of being weird dog people. The pack travels with us everywhere. We lubs them.
Scout, the gentle giant: (all these pictures are of Z. Z was too mobile when Q was a baby for him to nap on the floor)
Izzy, the snuggle puppy:
Griffin, the guardian:
Blackie, the clumbsy: (In this pic she has frankenstitches on her knee from where she impaled herself on something sharp while chasing something down the mountain. The collar/chest strap thing is so she can't lick. Dorky, but a step up from the cone of shame.)
See? Griffin and I are bonded at the molecular level. We are like transformers who can morph into new and exotic creatures. Behold! GriffRa, the dog-headed woman!