He's fifteen months old now, almost sixteen (can you believe?!) and we figured it was time for his first haircut. He did pretty well - better than his brother, that's for sure. LOL A few pictures:
Saturday, August 14, 2010
So many thoughts, so little time
It seems like I always think of things to blog about, but never manage to actually sit down and write.
For instance, the other day as I was walking to the bus, I saw a slender woman in high heels taking little mincing steps, and I thought she rather reminded me of one of those snooty little dogs that take tiny steps and sort of hold their noses up in the air. Then I thought, so what kind of dog would I be? I think I'd be a St. Bernard - big and fluffy, not necessarily the most beautiful one in the bunch, but reliable and handy to have around in a crisis. :)
What kind of dog would you be?
For instance, the other day as I was walking to the bus, I saw a slender woman in high heels taking little mincing steps, and I thought she rather reminded me of one of those snooty little dogs that take tiny steps and sort of hold their noses up in the air. Then I thought, so what kind of dog would I be? I think I'd be a St. Bernard - big and fluffy, not necessarily the most beautiful one in the bunch, but reliable and handy to have around in a crisis. :)
What kind of dog would you be?
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