She is a Killer

Almost two years ago, we brought Zarie home. My grandmother was less than excited that we had acquired a German Shepherd. Among the other grim predictions that she had made, my personal favorite was that we were NOT to call her when the dog ate all of our children. We promised to not ring her phone upon this event unfolding.

Tonight, as Zarie is perched to possibly fulfill this prediction I would like to take a few minutes to look at this vicious dog.


See her here....she is contemplating....she is planning





*I think she is trying to decide if she wants to exert enough energy to get up and walk to her water dish*

Vicious, huge, daunting paws........ready to strike at any second....




*strike at the stuffed animal Makayla left for her to play with*


EEEEK! The mouth of a killer!



*when she wakes up...I think that mouth will kill the water left in her dish....WHEN she wakes up*

Oh OH..her eyes are open...watch out!




*if you disturb her...and she stretches...sometimes she farts...none of us want that*

So there you go....a look at a killer....beware..........BEWARE!!

*you are afraid aren't you?*



*I know I am*