Beginning of the Blog

As I was watching Freddie eat his breakfast this morning...picking out the apples I mixed in with his food and dropping them on the floor, I was thinking to myself... Is anyone else's dog this funny? I know they are, I guess I am just partial to mine. I wished Joe was home so I could show someone that Freddie, who is usually at my feet when I eat ANYTHING and wants a bite, had picked the apples out of his breakfast. Now, why I added apples to his breakfast can be a topic for another posting.

After spending a week at our house in Boise, my best friend Michelle often asks me to send Freddie to her. He is quite snuggly, loving , sweet and well, adorable. He is basically a life size, real-life teddy bear. However, some days, I wish I could just pop him in the mail to Sacramento. These are the days when Joe and I get home from work and Fred has eaten 5 lights off the Christmas tree and we have to check his poop for three days to make sure he is okay. Or, days when his moppy little feet are completely soaked in mud and he hops right up on the white sofa to give me a kiss. Or, when he eats his third...or maybe fourth cell phone. These are days I think he might be safer at Michelle’s house. But then he does something wonderful. Or looks at me with his big brown eyes and wipes his "morning beard" with his paws. Or spins and prances joyfully in the snow. Then I decide we will keep him another day...and wish this would go on forever.

So, that is the beginning of my blog. Now Michelle can visit him regularly on this web site and realize she is better off being an auntie of our Fred, than a mom.