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Family Game Night

The family that plays together, stays together!!

Lil brother, Ohno, staking his claim as "The Dog".

My mom ain't raising no fool... I put my bid in on Boardwalk early in the game.

I wish Isaac would finish his turn already.  There is money to chew, people!!!

(I have been stalking your blogs peeps!  Sometimes Blogger won't let me comment though.  If your comments settings include "anonymous" guests, I can sometimes post from there!)



  1. Family Game Night looks fun!

  2. Dog-Opoly is one of our favorites!! We love to play except our Wheaten insists on being the banker and he doesn't really know math that well....

    I hope your week is going well!! :-)

  3. Ohno is so darn cute !!!! Looks like you all had so much fun on your game night.

    PS - there is a smaller button for the Dog Blogger Mailing List.

  4. I didn't even know they had a dog version of Monopoly! Looks fun!

  5. Looks like a fun game night to me!


  6. Dog Manopoly. That sounds good. I'll have to talk to My Vickie. Are their any edible pieces?

    That might be a deal breaker for her.


  7. Hi Y'all,

    It looks like a fun time was had by all!

    Blogger's been givin' me a tough time postin' too. Sometimes I'm me and sometimes I'm nobody and sometimes I can use my LiveJournal account.

    Y'all come back now!
    Hawk aka BrownDog

  8. I'd like to get in on that game! I'll take the big doggy as my playing piece!

  9. Boondocks, Thank You for visiting or blog and your kind words. The words from cyber paw space have meant a lot to Dog Dad.

    I wish you and your family a double dose of the collies' blessing.


  10. You are so patient waiting for your turn.

  11. we wanna play too!

    Thor and Jack


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