We are completely BANANAS around here. Most recently, our hooman girl went so totally Bananas over an accomplishment of mine and Stella's. Finally, after months of work, trying various contraptions and leads, and dragging our girl across the ground face first in front of our neighbors, Stella and I are able to walk with each other and stay out of trouble. All it took was for the girl to let us each have our own leash. Go figure. Now, we get to go on a longer hike each day since she doesn't have to walk both of us separately. And, we even seem to be bonding in a new way. (Go ahead, everydoggie. Say, "Awwww.")
Here is a simulation of what we look like from behind while walking together. The neighbors just laugh and shake their heads at our crazy girl, and at our obvious size difference.
We are also bananas over THIS GUY! He's the real thing, except we can't figure how to peel him.
The presence of my crazy eyes in the photo below is testimony to how BANANAS I am about him!
Of course, Stella got in on the action.
I wanted Mr. Banana's head, so I let Stella have his banana butt.
It was only fitting to grant Stella a little face time with the Nanner Man. (Side note: Stella thinks bananas are called nanners. She sometimes won't come when she is called, but if my girl says anything about nanners, she's there in a FLASH! )Stella thought that if she could catch the nanner from his head, she'd be able to stuff him in her mouth in one fell swoop. That didn't really work out for her.
She actually rode that banana around the house like he was a little horsey.
At the end of the day, though, Nanner Man is MINE! (*Evil Laugh*)
Going Bananas,
