The Babies

The Babies...

I apologize for waiting so long to make this post, assuming anyone reads to begin with.
If you've watched KTAB in the past two weeks, then you know about the fire and ice. We gave our full attention to them. You'd have thought Mother Nature was hurling flaming ice cycles at passersby. An oxymoron?

Moving on...I have two dogs. Piper and Sherman. My husband received Piper as a birthday gift from my parents in late September. She is a West Highland White Terrier and quite the precocious little thing. This is a puppy picture of poopin' Piper.

Sherman is a Shorkie--Shih Tzu-Yorkie mix. Most Shorkies have long fluffy fur. Sherman came out with short hair, an oddity for this breed. That's what drew me to him. The fact that he was far less expensive than his brothers and sisters didn't hurt, either. He looks like a well-groomed rat. He's a tiny mongrel.

The thing about having dogs is, it makes me nervous to have babies. It's enough to clean up their peep and poop, refraining from the use of colorful expletives. I worry about their every bump and tumble, every yelp or whimper. Imagine if these furry simpletons were actual human babies! Perhaps someday, I'll be ready. I do love my pups.

Are there any parents out there with advice for me? Be you puppy parents or human parents, I'll take what I can get.

Oh, and this is my husband, Matt, by the way. I could go on bragging about him, but I will keep it brief. Let me just say, anyone who gets to know him always refers to him as one of the best guys they have ever known. I tell no lies. This is a picture of us at the Governor's Ball. He was the only bearded bloak there, which made me extremely proud. I need to come home to a scruffy man after spending all hours of my day around clean-shaven, jel-haired, coat-and-tied news fellows! What a breath of fresh mountain-man air to be had upon returning home from work!

Sit down to a glass of red zinfandel and some cheese and crackers.

Cheers.

Meg