Look what the stork brought.




Well it wasn't really the stork, it was Melissa and Tricia. The only thing the stork ever brought me was fish and that was only after I shook the stork upside down. Ha, he won't poop on my lawn again, that crazy stork. Speaking of pooping, don't let the pictures above deceive you. Behind those cute puppy eyes is a pooping houdini. A ninja of poop. Crouching tiger, hidden pooper. She's watched about 98% of the time but if you turn around for a brief second, poop is deposited. She's also not a big fan of me sleeping. Every couple of hours she lets me know she wants to go out by affectionately trying to chew my ear off. ah well. Her name is Brynn, she's a boxer and she's here to stay.

I've had dogs all my life and fancied myself a dog whisperer but the reality of having my own puppy has shattered any such illusions and now I think of myself as a dog shouter: "brynn, NO! NO POOP THERE!! NO NO NO aaaaaah!!!!!

Posted: Thu - December 14, 2006 at 10:44 AM          

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