Here's the problem: whenever there is a puppy, kitty, friendly bird or anything that grows fur and will kind of engage with me - I can't pry myself away from it. I just can't. I love all doe-eyed, funny, spunky-looking, hairy beings who like to kiss me. I feel that it's crucial to point out that I'm talking about my taste in animal companions, not men- though I don't mind hair on either. Rawr.
So when our Thanksgiving guests showed up with their loud, goofy, howling, floppy puppy- I pretty much spent the rest of my night laying on the floor, trying to get the dog to pay attention to me.
|Meet Duncan. 5-months-old.|
|Cuter than cute.|
|And 12-year-old, increasingly grouchy Maddie acts the part of an amazing Hostess to our guests... haha|
|Wearing the same lipstick as Mr. Duncan.|
|Duncan wondering when he can walk 5 steps without me (or my Brother) picking him up against his will|
|Like Father, like Son: the men in the family prep the meats.|
|If you Diet on Thanksgiving, you are a sad, strange, little man.|
|But back to Duncan...|
|Gently telling him he's not allowed on the couch.|
|What a goofball.|
And for Basset Hounds, I am thankful.