November 11th 2012 5:14 am
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My brother Quigley always surprises me. Yesterday he sent me an emerald for my page and said nice things about me. Can't figure that guy out. Some days he can be a real doorknob.
Mom was out and about yesterday and ran into a lady that knows Boston Terriers. Mom had broken the top part of her zipper that makes it slide so had put a keychain holder on it so it would still work. This keychain has a spot for a photo on it. And does she put my lovely face on it. No, she puts the little doorknob on it. What the heck is going on Mom? Am I chopped liver. (Ooh that sounds good). Well anyway the lady saw his photo and asked about him. Mom told her he was 4, and was still like an energizer bunny. She said in her experience Bostons are in that crazy puppy stage until they're 6,especially boys. OMD! Mom I told you to get me a sister not a brother. Mom had better be really nice to me if I have to put up with another 2 years of this insanity.
Update on klutzy Mom's foot. Thankfully she hasn't stubbed her toes this morning. Only part of her toe turned black and blue and part of her foot is that pretty red shade so she thinks she sprained the ball of her foot below the toes as well. But the good news is that she's hobbling around a whole lot better. Mom's philosophy is what kills us makes us strong, so she put her shoes on yesterday and grinned and bared it. Hey she had to go get my food.
Mom seems to walk into thing when navigating the kitchen in the dark. Sometimes it's the stool she crashes into and sometimes it's our toys. I guess Mom should be more diligent about putting our toys away at night. Mom wonders why if we can take our toys out of the box. why we can't put them back in. Silly Mom, that would be undog like.
Oops, now that we got Mom up to give us our breakfast we can go back for a nap and let her get on with the day. Are we nice or what.
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