Happy New Year from the raggamuffin

Somebody save me. I not kiddin, dis baadddd.

Hey, where my head go?

Does dis bed make my butt look big? You can tell me, I can take it.
Happy New Year from our ragamuffin to yours.

Somebody save me. I not kiddin, dis baadddd.

Hey, where my head go?

Does dis bed make my butt look big? You can tell me, I can take it.
Happy New Year from our ragamuffin to yours.
I give up… THIS ONE:
While hiding from THIS ONE:
Has thrown up more of this (cuz she eats it while we sleep and then throwsup all down the side of the fridge, onto the countertop and splattered into the covered butter dish - EWWWWWWWWWW………just keepin it real) than I care to ever clean up again.
So out to the garbage it went. Buh bye!
While I’m waiting on God to answer my question about the 40 below degree weather having a purpose in this life, I decided to make a new centerpiece. Soon this blog will be called “how I only decorate with pinecones and berries“.
Isabelle is doing quite well adjusting to us. She has us pretty much trained at this point. Well, except for that fact that I’ve never had an animal that needed CLOTHES, so it’s been quite the fashion show at our house.
She’s not quite sure about these booties and takes a lil offense to the hysterics that I can’t control when I watch her in them. Excuse the very dark picture, I was drunk on puppy.
See, now these booties are a GOOD idea right?? Especially when it’s 40 below. Well 43 below on Sunday, but God has not gotten back to me as to the purpose, so I am not at liberty to discuss this ridiculous weather. And no it wasn’t 40 below on the day I took THIS picture, no need to call human services for my child being outside in a sweatshirt only (I think it was a balmy 20 degrees that day).
And this coat? Oh yeah, heart melt. More fashion to come…stay tuned, I know you’re on the edge of your seat.
For 14 solid years we had a dog residing in our house. Two different dogs. The first one was a Minature American Eskimo, Samantha, cute w/lots of hair but she was a barker, I’m tellin ya. Then came P.D. (renamed from petey for fun w/my husband’s job). He was a Yellow Lab and German Shepherd mix (let me just say he thought his job was to keep those cats upstairs when we had a two story and he was GOOD at his job). He was a high risk dog that we took in from the shelter. We were his last chance. He lived with us for 18 mos and when we went to move from our last house he became very mean. Must have been flashbacks from his previous owners. He had to be put down.
Both were extremely sad days for us as a family. My little guy has been wanting a dog now for quite some time and I told him that he would be at LEAST 11 before we would consider it again. Well, he’s 11 1/2 and I am not anymore excited about getting a dog than I was before.
Oh I go through phases where I think it would be fun, but then I remember the hair, the kenneling them when you travel or finding someone who has time to come over a gabillion times a day. We have two cats and they are plenty of hair for one house.
If I did get a dog I would want it to stay small enough to fit in a bag to carry it around in. Silly I know but I just don’t want a huge dog underfoot anymore.
In the meantime we have a dog who doesn’t know he’s not ours who visits during the day when his family is gone. I’m his daytime squeeze. His name is Riley and he sits outside under the window of whichever room I’m in. He’s getting pretty grey tho and has arthritis. I’m afraid soon Riley will no longer be with us. Until then I guess we’ll just enjoy him and put off getting a dog.
Here’s a picture of my daytime squeeze (I know it’s just of his backside but he’s not mine and y’all know I don’t like to other’s front sides without their permission):