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| What are you thinking? |
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| I am thinking of Tony...where he is, who he is with, whether or not he is thinking of me, and whether or not he will ever return. |
| I am Junerella, queen of the parking lot! |
| Help! I'm trapped in a minivan! Can you give my giant rear a boost? |
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| Feed the snooter hound! |
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| Shown above: My giant rear and Juneau hiding in leaves in order to trick the stray cats that live next door. It actually worked once we got her covered up to her snoot. |
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| Possibly about to sneeze, also possibly acting quite smug after throttling a cat or eating a paper towel. Juneau is a dog of mystery, if ever there was a dog of mystery (instead of being a dog of poopy feet and squeaky pencils). |
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| Finally, June-a-frune in all her resplendant glory....basking on the couch she is never allowed to sit on, flashing us. |
| Junea-frunea-luna-brune! or Juneau the Dog |
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