The other night I went over to my sister’s house for a dry rub lettering party. It’s big words you can rub onto your walls and make them look nice and say something about yourself to the people who visit your home.I had a great time except for one thing. My sister has a papillon; small dog, big heart, even BIGGER ears. I love this dog. I fur babysat her when I was single and my sister would go on overnight trips with her family. So, what’s the problem? The dog sat on everyone else’s lap but mine! My sister says it’s because the dog already knows I love her. I think she was being a brat, although, when my husband and I were dating, Rocket (that’s the dogs name, ask my nephew) would sit on my to be husband while he was at my sister’s house. Not in a, I- want -love- pet- me- I’m- cute, sort of way, but a, I’m- holding- you -down- so- you- don’t- cause- any- trouble, sort of way. She really thinks highly of her protective skills that way. Twelve pounds of fluff vs. a grown man. Here are pictures of her ‘Viciousness’. Oh and notice how she’s the color of autumn!
Rubber squeeker, you’re the one! You make livin’ lots of fun! Rubber squeeker I’m awfully fond of you! Boo, boo bedoop!
I could just look at those soft pink ears for hours! I know, it’s an illness.
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