A man and his dog

There is just something about the bond between a good dog and a good man. I don’t fully understand this, but I thoroughly enjoy seeing it unfold before me. Thanks God for creating canines, especially our awesome Scotia!

Experiment

The weather is getting warmer, so now it is time to goof off with iced coffee. I love my life!

Meet Scotia

Here she is…the newest addition to our family, Scotia!

can you guess?

I am the odd neighbor who is outside at 5:30 am  saying “peepee” repeatedly at a ridiculously high octave.  Then out pops an “oh crap”.  A clump was dropped in the wrong yard.  That rustling sound? Totally not a critter in the hood. Just a goofy mama using plastic bags, trying to be a good neighbor.  Not really.  I needed to remove the evidence quickly, but I sacrificed stealth in my haste.  I will have to tip our waste disposal specialist this week.  He is gonna need a clothespin on the nose to handle the containment of our latest addition.

Can you guess?

You may want to unfollow my blog, because there is gonna be an obscene amount of outlandishly cute photos from messykaraoke this spring…that is…if I can tear myself away from elimination control.

Hmm.  That gives me an idea.  I am ready to delegate.  Any volunteers?  Wait!  I forgot.  I have five ambassadors from my womb who are oh so eager to grow in their dookie diplomacy.

Yes, you guessed it.

I love…

puppy politics!

my toes are being chewed on as I wrap this up,

Kara