Celebrating .... Life

This is my boy. I am very proud of him and I love him very much.


He has personality-plus. Somedays, I'm not sure where he gets it all from: I am pretty sure he has more than Rod and I combined, and then multiplied to the power of itself, or something mathematical like that.


He likes to stand on our couch and watch the trucks and/or cars go by. He also likes playing "peek a boo" with the sheers....As if we can't see him. He tends to think he is hilarious.


Over the last few months, he has learned to tell us that he has gone "booo." We are trying to help him put it in the proper place. So far, no success. But he looks darn cute sitting there, we think.


He tends to get into many things:
Suitcases


Pots and pans


Dishwashers, onions and sometimes toys

(And many other things, such as chocolate, flour, chocolate: feel free to peruse the blog for previous posts at your leisure.)

Like his parents, he is not-so-stylish.


The problem is, also like his parents, he just doesn't know it.


Often, if we are lucky, he slows down enough to read some good books. He loves all things puppy. Except when they get too close to him and are the "real" variety. He knows what puppies, kitties, lions, tigers, birds, monkies, snakes, cows, pigs, and crabs say.


We think that he is swell, and today I choose to celebrate who he is and his life!