These are the Taluskies. They live 2 houses down from my parents and our dogs are best friends. I mean best friends. They also happen to be siblings. When Darla goes out, her first stop is usually two houses down. She happily prounces up to the Taluskies front door, waits for Riley to see her, and they begin a very loud routine of barking. When someone finally gets the memo that they want to play, a door opens and a brown and white blur chases another brown and white blur up, down and all around the neighborhood.
Taluskies, thanks for allowing me a quick little peak into your lives!