You know those crazy pet hoarders? The ones that get raided by the cops every few years for having 300 dogs on a half-acre lot? Well, I'm well on my way to becoming one of those.For Christmas, I asked for and, after extensive begging, got a third dog. Fred named him Barsky, after the producer on "Dirty Jobs," one of Fred's favorite shows.
I like it too, except for the vast quantities of poo regularly featured on the show.
So here we are. Two chihuahuas, one poodle, one child and two adults, cleverly hidden under mounds of dog hair.
An important safety tip: Don't come visiting if you don't like dog hair. Or being barked at by tiny dogs.
1 comment:
Thank God you have Fred and Livi, otherwise, I would seriously have you commmitted; I love the comments about the other 3 kids, if company comes by and don't like wee ones yipping at their ankles, they should be thankful that they cannot reach their crotches, dang, what do they expect from someone so small....keep blogging, otherwise possible assisted living for you!!!
Love ya madly
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