Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Squirrel's declaration
It is I, the Squirrel cat. While they are all goo-gooing all over the crying poop machine, I have been working on my ability to type, therefore I am taking over the blog. (not like she is on here that often, anyway....what is this "facebook" crap??) Upon initial glance, I see very little reference to me on this here blog, while the stupid blond mutt is named in the title. This angers the Squirrel cat. I must leave to go defile something of hers now. (and forget receiving any of my "gifts" for awhile too, lady - it is too cold to hunt and they are obviously not appreciated).
And the little blond terror chasing me around, claiming "I am not going to get you, cat"??? NOT cool.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
an important announcement
Introducing the newest member of our family, Maxwell James. Maxwell joined our family on December 28, 2011 at 9 lbs, 6 ozs and 20.5 inches long. Contrary to the picture shows, Max is a good, content baby but he does have a hearty head of blond hair and some strong lungs, when he chooses to exercise them. Our hearts are full of joy as we welcome Max and get to know each other.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
"I am not your mom. Wrigley ate your mom."
I am hoping I can find a picture to upload to enhance this wrigley/mackenzie interaction. Mackenzie has recently fallen in love with Barbies and plays with them frequently. Alas, this means that there are often Barbie's laying around our house. And this leaves plenty of opportunity for a certain orally fixated dog to engage in some munching on Barbie. Therefore, we have an overly abundant population of "special need" Barbie's in our car. Barbie's that are missing one or both arms and/or legs. And every time another Barbie suffers a major catastrophe, they are mourned by a certain little girl. Loss of the one and only Ken doll - aka her boyfriend, "Justin Beaver" warranted crying ourselves to sleep one night. However, all Barbies are still loved and played with around here and therefore lead to overhearing the sound byte conversation of one Barbie to another: "hi mom!" "I am not your mom - Wrigley ate your mom. I am your aunt."
Monday, August 22, 2011
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