Doggy news

Linus, our My adorable spoiled pup is about to become a brother. That dog of mine is some kind of high maintenance thang, and he sure does wear me out most days. We adopted him from a place that rescued him from a puppy mill. He was seriously scared of EVERYTHING when I first met him. Here we are six months later, and he's finally stopped barking at his shadow. Oh the progress. If he weren't so dagum cute, I'd be tempted to leave him in the front yard when he goes to eating my mulch which ends up being a trip to the vet because the mulch is bigger than he is!

Yeah, I love him. So much so in fact that we are adopting another little guy just so he has someone to keep him company. I sure hope they don't decide to have a mulch eating party, because my benevolence only goes so far. The lady from the shelter brought JoJo over yesterday so she could see how the two get along, and Linus quick like let JoJo know who's house it is, and that his gracious heart is the only reason he was invited in. JoJo promptly pooped on Linus' favorite spot, and they became fast friends. Oh, for the love of mice and children, what am I getting myself into? It's not like Trent is here doing the week, so it's me against the doggy population. Sure hope this was a good idea, and really I hope JoJo takes to Trent, so I don't have two mopley dogs following me around all the time. 

Meet JoJo, who's first point of business is to head to the groomers...

Trent went and picked out his leash and collar today - skulls and bones...really?!