Cold!

Phew, that was a long week. Mommy was at home for two straight weeks and then all of a sudden **poof** she's gone.

We live in southeast Texas, where "cold" is usually measured at 40 degrees fahrenheit. The weather guys on TV kept saying that it was going to get really cold, so Mommy and Daddy took us to the store to buy a new jacket for me. We tried on a whole bunch of them. They finally gave up and bought a new sweater because the jackets were all too big or had hoods. I don't do hoods. My sweater is pink (bleh) and has blingy sequins (ick) AND an appliqued snowman (my eyes, my beautiful eyes). Every time I have to wear it, I stand still in protest and make Mommy or Daddy pull me outside. Once we're walking, though, I forget all about it and have fun.

It sure is quiet around here

Yesterday we took a nice long walk at the Arboretum. After that, Snow's mom called and said she had to come home for dinner. I was all, "What? We were just about to start a game of Risk!" but our parents were adamant.



This is how I spent the rest of the day, partly because I was put out and partly because I was exhausted.

Vacation

I like it when Mommy is on vacation. She spends a lot more time cuddling with us. I'm not sure why she's frowning here--she should be ecstatic!



She also cooks more and that means she drops more stuff on the floor for us.



We got a new camera and got our pictures taken repeatedly. Here's a good one of me. For some reason I couldn't get my hair out of my mouth. Don't you hate when that happens?



Here's one of Jeremy.



Snow is hard to capture...she is always in motion.



Kitty really loves being photographed. Careful--this one might burn.



There! Now you are ready to ring in the new year.

Christmas with Kitty

Despite her attempts to hide under the Christmas tree, Annika joined the gang for Christmas morning festivities.



Mommy gave her gifts and put them on her condo.



She tried to get our doggy treats.



Annika maintained that she was unimpressed by the whole event, but she kept sitting under the tree all day.

There are bows, and there are Bows

Mommy took us to get our hair cut earlier this week. I don't know what got into my hair stylist's head, but after he finished the job, he put Bows on my ears.


Now, I am a tomboy, through and through, despite the pink coat Daddy insists I wear when it's cold. However, I did not let those bows get in the way of my playtimes.


Jeremy, on the other hand, likes bows. Or at least he does when Mommy lets him sit in her lap.


Kitty (no picture available, natch), spun her head around and spat like Regan in the Exorcist when Mommy tried to bow her. Snow moves so fast that she got a butt bow and immediately lost it. Snow knows how stockings work. As soon as Daddy got hers out, she started pawing and biting it until she found out what was inside.


We played for a long time with the new Lobsty and a new, non-amputee Monkey. Then we went for a car ride and a long walk where I got to bark at birds (although Mommy wouldn't let me chase them in the lake), so it was a pretty great Christmas.

My Daddy; My Chair

Jeremy is having issues with ownership lately. He's taken my spot on the bed (ahem!) and now he's claimed Daddy:


and the red chair:


I will wait it out.

People

People who should come visit me soon:


Auntie Edit


My BFF, Bunny


My cousins Patrick & Snow (not pictured)


Auntie Sarla

I'll be expecting calls soon.