So I have spent the last two weeks telling my mom that she should never leave me. I explain that if she has to be away from the house...that I should go with her. When she comes home, I tell her all about how the sitter is not trust worthy.....that I do not feel comfortable with him. I explain that I am a nervous wreck the whole time she is away. So what does the sitter do....sends this pic of me to her....while he is watching me....and my mom was away.....I mean do they not have to sign a waiver or something that states no evidence will be used to discredit my arguements with my mom? I mean....who can you trust these days? I tried to tell her he slipped something into my treat and I am not responsible for how comfortable I look in this picture.
So Mom has had to be out of the house this past week....and she brought in a new sitter (the old one put me outside and went to the store.....not sure if anyone has seen him since then...but know I haven't!). It is Higgins' two-legged brother. He is great! He even texted Mom and said I was an ANGEL! Not sure why anyone doubted that....Mom thinks he was fibbing a bit so he can have a part-time job sitting with me. But when she returned from being out...we enjoyed the sunshine and blooming things.
Yes mom, they are pretty! And I just love sticking my head into them...look a beetle...I am going to get it...I am I am!
Mom that thing has bees....let's go inside and enjoy the beauty from the safety of the house. Let's go Mom. Mom...it has BEES....I will see you inside.
So I am an only child except for my big brother ...who is getting married this fall....and I LOVES my brother but really does it have to take up so much of Mom's time? He does not live near us now (something about college grad, a job...all I know is he is not here to play with me or take me on runs) and they talk on the phone constantly anyways....but now she is researching dresses, flowers, pinterest.....I mean come on!. So on the journey of memory lane....
Mom ran across this....my first introduction to my brother (he sure looked different than the ones I had just left...he was tall, on two legs, and I was not so sure about him). But as he napped on the couch, I soon found out, he cuddled like my other 4 legged siblings, so I decided Mom and I could keep him. Mom thought this so cute, that I snuck up on the couch with him.....that she did not tell me "NO". So she blames herself for the constant need of a new couch.
Have a blessed weekend and may your memory lane bring smiles to your heart.