Bugs

I'm not talking about those nasty little blood suckers occupying my backyard, though this year it seems that those bugs should get some kind of award for their sheer viciousness (if the women of Desperate housewives can win an Emmy these blood suckers should get a little notoriety), no I'm talking about our first born little girl, BonBon.  She doesn't get the same kind of "props" that she used to pre-Abbey so I find it necessary every now and again to show her a little literary love.

Being my "first born" I still have a love for this little four legged bundle of furry joy that still verges on unhealthy pet love.  I find myself shopping for dog stuff just as frequently as I shop for baby stuff which means I should be working a second job just so I can buy the occasional Old Navy $1 lip-flops for myself! Amongst all the pictures of little Miss, Daddy also still manages to capture his saddle bag having, pouty lipped princess we loving refer to as "bugs"...amongst other things.

Have I mentioned just how much I love his damn dog? This is the same dog that, when sick, will lay beside you for days on end only getting up to pee when she knows you're fast asleep. While I was pregnant, she would lay in my lap or next to my lap once the bump got too big, and upon being kicked by the little nudger, aka Abbey, would sign, shift her weight and go right back to sleep.

I think we are drawn to dogs because they are the uninhibited creatures we might be if we weren't certain we knew better.  They fight for honor at the first challenge, make love with no moral restraint, and they do not for all their marvelous instincts appear to know about death.  Being such wonderfully uncomplicated beings, they need us to do their worrying.  ~George Bird Evans, Troubles with Bird Dogs