Happy Birthday Pup.

Currently, he's hiding under my bed. He took a pair of my "intimates" again and was caught.
While I think hard about my brother's comments on Ricky's ladylike tendencies, I will celebrate the fact that he is a year old!

As a present, maybe I'll buy him his own pair of undies. Boys, of course.

(wedding hoopla and mushy gushy memories to come from #clayoline2012)

Ricky.

Note: The author is absolutely aware that she writes way too often about her pets. Unfortunately, she has more contact with them than anyone else. Advance apologies. 


My dog loves coffee.
He's scared of vacuums.

He plays in my sheets then sleeps in them after.
He sits on my toes during dinner and can flip his toy off his nose about a foot high.

And when my best friends aren't close for a hug or late night movie, he is. And for that I'm grateful.