This blog is about shoes. And the things that go with shoes. And the things that happen when one is wearing shoes...
Love the pillow-as seat technique.
He owns that couch, from day one!
Fuzzy toy? Bleahh. Thpit. But to each his own as the old lady said when she kissed the cow. But a huge happy birthday, Jack. Thank you for all the joy you bring (obviously I'm not the one who has to walk him late at night._
And so early in the morning and even when it rains...
Happy Birthday Jack. Maybe I'll meet you someday. You sure make Alison happy.
Aw, yes you must meet him sometime!
I was just telling Keith how much I loved that floppy awkward toddler phase of puppies the best. The squeals that are coming from me are just too hard to type! He's so darned cute! Happy Birthday Jack! I would get you a bone but you have like 30 (as pictured in the last post)
Aww, you need a puppy! But you know you can never have too many bones, or pairs of shoes, or bottles of wine, or pairs of leather pants (apparently...)!