Warning: this blog is going to be a little random because Mom is a terrible storyteller and she doesn't have a lot to say right now. I have a lot to say but I'm always being censored. So Mom thought she would just throw together a few pictures in to a post and call it a day. Lazy!!
Here's a picture of me you've seen before. It's from the last day in our old apartment. But Mom tried to be really artistic (translation: too cheap to hire a real photographer AS IF I'M NOT WORTH IT!!), turn it black and white, and blow it up huge and put it in a big frame in our new living room! Again displaying her aforementioned laziness, she totally stole the idea from the former homeowner who had a picture EXACTLY LIKE IT of her 13 year old Golden Retriever named Cosmo. She's even hanging it in the exact same spot as the former homeowner had hers! I shouldn't complain. At least she's hanging pictures of me instead of, I don't know, my cousin Jack.
Speaking of my cousin Jack, while she was being all "artistic" she turned another picture black and white as a Christmas present for my Grandpa. Grandpa never wants Christmas presents but instead of the Jack Daniels they usually buy him (what is Jack Daniels?), she decided to blow this picture up for him & put it in a frame to put on his desk at his office:
She's been trying to take a better picture of us but this will have to do b/c we are what she calls "uncooperative."
On another Jack-related note, he came to stay with us again this past weekend while my crazy Uncle Michael went camping in the freezing cold. And guess what! He didn't try to kill me once! Well, that's not exactly true. Once he was sleeping on the sofa and I accidentally stepped on him as I was trying to get to my Mom. Jack got really mad but Mom grabbed him by the collar before he ate me. Other than that though we were all good! Jack loves our new house and he ran A LOT. When he got here he did 10 full laps at top speed around the backyard. I had to stop chasing him after three. I'm a pug! That would have taken entirely too much energy.
To keep on track with the random nature of this post, here's a picture of me and my Mom's friend Veronica's dog Daisy. They came to visit us last month. Mom says it looks like Daisy and I are going on a first date:
Daisy is a 9 year old Italian Greyhound who Veronica rescued. Yay for rescue! Daisy didn't care for me much - this is about the closest she let me get to her all weekend. I liked being bigger than someone! Daisy has an 8 year old Italian Greyhound brother named Guido who Veronica has raised from a puppy, but he's "behaviorally challenged" as Mom calls it, so he stayed with his Grandma in Kansas City!
And one last picture for your viewing pleasure.