now on day 2 of my 2 week vacation, i'd like to say i am well-rested, refreshed and every other restorative adjective known to man. but, i'm whooped. normally this would really be cookin' my grits if it weren't for the reason for my exhaustion...
when i was 10, the barnes family got the best dog ever in our boston terrier squidget.
dear readers, please meet my dream come true in the flesh, miss davy crockett. yes, i said MISS. she is a lady and queen of the wild frontier. this pup is mellow, fearless and full of vim and vigor. my entire life has been spent begging for a four legged fur ball to call my own. my annual christmas list used to go something like this:
1. puppy
2-50. a sister
she was my best friend and knew my every secret, but got mysteriously sick seven years later and she had to be put to sleep. worst. day. ever. especially since college graduation i've been pining for a french bulldog. i have proof here and here. and lo and behold the good Lord answered my prayer in the form of a 4 month old, 10 pound ball of the best thing i've ever had.
why davy crockett? because he was a true american hero, fought and died for Texas (the best state EVER) and quoted my favorite line in history, "You can all go to hell. I will go to Texas" So my blog absence is happily due to her. Because seriously, who has time to blog when A) they're on vacation and B) too busy taking one million pictures of their dog?
