Is my life exciting? Not at all. It's hard to maintain that rugged, tough-guy image that I value so much, when Tigger is constantly posing me with flowers.
The volleyball must be taking it's toll on Elise. Here's how we found her spending her Saturday:
I think she was worried about a swarm of rogue killer bees.
Ian's football season is over...a pretty fair year, all told. Played nearly every down on both sides of the ball. When you lead the team in tackles from the safety position, that doesn't bode well. Still, scored a few touchdowns, recovered some fumbles...not bad. Thing is, when you're a football star, the women just won't leave you alone.
I know that I'm a bad, bad dog...I'll try to do better on my posting...promise.
For now...Peace. Out.
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THE WEINER LIVES ON!...THREE HIPS FOR THE RETURN OF THE KING....WE'RE NOT WORTHY... oh... sorry I guess I got carried away.
Weenie, My friend, I am so relieved to see you have once again sprung or is that sprang on the scene. My..my...my I need to get mommy's Brain Age 2 away from her and start working on myself. I must be getting a little long in the tooth.
Nice flowers...dude..so comforting to see someone else has embraced his softer side. I, myself, have recently had to wear a poodle skirt and shirt to a little girls tea party. The pictures are about enough to make a little tiny grown dog cry for yelp.
Oh well...good to see you are coming around, ol' chap! Keep the postings coming and as always...
Aurff for now my little schnitzel!!
Uncle Moses
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