I usually do not let anyone take pictures of me, but this one had to be done. I had just gotten out of the shower and got under the cover to warm up before my favorite show in the world came on. (GHOST HUNTERS ROCKS!) My hair was still wet and I had the phone in my hand trying to talk to my SIL. My sons lease isn't up until June.... it's gonna be a long, long winter.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Since my sons dog died he has left his other german shepherd here with me. The vet warned him that whatever virus killed Gideon would probably be in that yard for 5 to 7 years and could kill Roscoe too. I love Roscoe but he has not figured out that at 9 months old his body isn't a puppy anymore. His mind is still a puppy but not his body. He wants to be a lap dog like my little koko, but it doesn't work as well. This is what happens when I sit down.