Professor Molly McGoo, Ph.D., has been grossly overlooked in the past, well, um, year or two of entries on this site. Our lovely dog is one of the coolest animals on the planet. She was sort of a rebound dog after the death of our gorgeous first puppy, Cali, but she has turned into the most wonderful pet on the planet. Besides being a Nobel Prize winner, she is also sweet and lets baby Lucy smack her in the nose on a daily basis.
She’s such a badass!
While most people are probably gearing up for the big New Year’s Holiday, I am sitting, in the hottest (seriously, for some reason it seems like it’s 100 degrees in here) house on the planet with two puppies that are the ying and yang of puppies. Our good friends are out of town so they can party in St. Louis during the holiday and since the hubby and I are hanging at home this holiday weekend, they asked us to watch their lab, Satchel. The Molly/Satchel love affair has been well-documented on this site, and this little sleepover is no exception. Doggie flirting is just so strange.
Satchel is Molly’s younger, hotter man. Who, coinciendentally (yep, don’t feel like spelling right now) looks much better in photos.
Since I have felt the need to saturate the web with my presence, I worried a bit that you all had stopped reading this, my first and my favorite, place to sprew garbage on the Internet. When my comments dropped drastically, I went through a sort of 9th grade barrage of feelings. Was I no longer funny? Am I boring now that I’m at home all day with the monkey baby? No one likes me?
But, after checking my site stats, I guess you are still reading, just not commenting. Which I understand as I’m usually sending emails, posting on Facebook and running this site. So, my lovely readers, I forgive you. I promise soon I will tell stories of drunken family Christmas parties that will make even the most cynical reader crack a grin.
But until then, I have been putting off posting pictures because, well, it’s a pain in the ass. I’ve been uploading to so many sites (see saturation above) and creating so many damn Christmas gifts with pictures of the child, I just didn’t have the time to upload for the masses. But, here you go. The few below are some of my favorites, click on them to view the whole collection.
For some deja vu, go to my Facebook site.
While I was out this weekend celebrating birthdays and last days of singledom, Trent stayed home and played “house-husband” with Lucy. He kept making videos and sending me photos of her on my cell phone, which would be great if the sight of my lovely Lucy didn’t make my boobs leak all over the dinner table. Not attractive.
Trent decided to play for Lucy a new video we got from (this is going to be confusing) his brother’s girlfriend’s sister, who also has a 5 month old son. Below is the video of Molly guarding the family from tweeting bird puppets. Thank God Rottweilers are banned in some counties because this type of dog certainly should not be roaming the streets.
What would happen if you gave 100 sticks of dry spaghetti to a Rottweiler?
