My parents are away and I am ready to play. Mom and Dad are going to the Blues Fest in Chicago so Kristen is "watching" me. That means I can pretty much chew whatever I feel like--including Dad's favorite leather chair. And Mom doesn't like me eating her plants so that's a priority. Lola is at Cheryl's so that makes me alpha queen and the boys will bow down to me. And if I can catch Charlie, the sly pug--the bane of my existence--I will bite his curly little tail so hard he will never steal my ball again. What a great weekend ahead--the house is all mine. All mine. Best part is when Mom comes back home she'll just yell at Kristen--and I will give her this look in the pic--and she'll just say, "You sweet little terror-how can I be mad at you?" I got this whole dog human thing down. I'm workin it. Ooh...shiny object...must chase...
Friday, June 12, 2009
Happy Friday humans
My parents are away and I am ready to play. Mom and Dad are going to the Blues Fest in Chicago so Kristen is "watching" me. That means I can pretty much chew whatever I feel like--including Dad's favorite leather chair. And Mom doesn't like me eating her plants so that's a priority. Lola is at Cheryl's so that makes me alpha queen and the boys will bow down to me. And if I can catch Charlie, the sly pug--the bane of my existence--I will bite his curly little tail so hard he will never steal my ball again. What a great weekend ahead--the house is all mine. All mine. Best part is when Mom comes back home she'll just yell at Kristen--and I will give her this look in the pic--and she'll just say, "You sweet little terror-how can I be mad at you?" I got this whole dog human thing down. I'm workin it. Ooh...shiny object...must chase...
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Thats funny stephen, unfortunately thats really what she's thinking. I am wrapped around her paw. My sweet little lily billy
You guys understand your dogs better than I ever understood my children.
The men in the Thompson clan are hilarious. It all started with those Samuel roots...although I don't think I ever heard dad talking for or to Sweetie.
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