My parents have been in Hawaii for the past week, so we have been dog sitting their “baby”, Lucy. A little red teacup poodle that has the attitude to match the hair (don’t we all?).

She is truly a little doggy diva. I’m surprised she doesn’t demand doggy spas and doggy iPods and doggy bling. In fact, I think if she knew where my parents were, she’d have insisted they channel the Hollywood wackos and take her with them in a little poochie Gucci.

But alas, she had to stay in boring old Texas with boring old me and Dustin and our two stinkies. Trixie adores Lucy. She tries her hardest to love on her and play with her and Lucy just doesn’t give a flip. Trixie’s a mutt, after all, and not Hollywood material. Molly doesn’t care about much of anything, so long as Lucy isn’t in her corner. Then she gets a little OCD.

It’s a zoo here, people. A zoo.

Poor little Lu has some pretty bad allergies and eats a special diet complete with two fish oil capsules with every dinner. Clumsy me + dull knife + cutting open fish oil capsules = stinky, fishy hair. Don’t ask.

But isn’t she a cutie pie?

Looks can be deceiving! Ah, who am I kidding? She’s mostly a sweetie too. Just don’t pretend you’re going to grab her chin. Cause then she’ll go all Tyson on you.

(And yes, I did take that photo with my new lens, thank you very much! Fresh out of the box, indoors, low light, NO flash, no tripod… *LOVE*)

For grins, here’s one of the doodle bug (aka “Trixie”). It’s a little, umm, bright? But I love the look on her face.

I just might abandon my long term love affair with my torch and marry my camera instead.

Dear rolling mill,

you’ve been moved down on the list. Sorry. You’ll get over it. You’re a big boy.

Love,
Me

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