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This is a picture of me and one of my newest toys. Cute, isn't she??

She comes with her own toys.

We make a cute couple, don't we?

OH NO!

OK, don't get me wrong - I love my sweaters and if I get cold I'll go get a sweater and bring it to G. Then I do my best to help her get it on me. G thinks I'm so clever when it's a matter of survival. HOWEVER . . .

This Halloween stuff was silly. I put up with being a bee just to humor that crazy woman but now I'm being picked on by G's friend, Ruth. She went to visit her sister and she saw a Halloween shirt and had to get it for me. The things I do for my humans . . .

TROUBLE

I am in soooooo much trouble. Gramama made me wear a dumb bee costume and she took pictures. She sat down tonight after work to put all her pictures on the computer and then she was going to post them here on this blog. As she was checking her email I stole the little piece of plastic that was in the camera and I chewed it up real good. When G realized what I had done she was so mad she wouldn't let me sit in her lap. I think G is going to cry. It seems that she had pictures of Tyler on that plastic thingy.

Kesi the Rhodesian Ridgeback

Here's some pictures of the newest member of the Sand clan... Kesi.  She's 4 months old and weighs about 30 lbs.  Her dad weighs 120 and her mom weighs 85... so she's going to be big! She's very calm and sweet.  Allie and Oscar don't know quite what to think of her yet but so far they all get along ok.  

Isaac has always wanted a Rhodesian Ridgeback.  They're also known as an African Lion Hound because they were used to keep lions at bay.  They get their name from the strip of hair on their backs that grows in the opposite direction and resembles a ridge.  They are very strong with lots and lots of stamina, very smart, very friendly and usually only bark when they want you to know something.  

We are so happy to have her!!!  

If you'd like to learn more about Rhodesian Ridgebacks click here

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Dear Mom and Dad,

OK, what did Sarah do to Gramama? She said to tell you that pictures of me are being held hostage. The ransom price is pictures of Sarah and Issac as well as pictures of you two and just to sweeten the deal? Pictures of all of you together!!

My birthday was kinda quiet. G had a "cake" for me and a pretty pink sweater and a toy. Aunt Ruth even gave me a present! She gave me a pretty blue raincoat. To tell the truth, if G hadn't said something I would have missed the whole birthday, I just don't understand G's obsession with celebrations.

Now here is the kicker. She also got me a Halloween costume. I am a bumble bee, complete with wings. I really want to get those wings and chew them up but G takes all the fun out of everything.

She is so strange. She puts one of those pee-pee pads down in my room so I'll have a place to go when she's not home. I have fun and "dig" it up every day. Well, she got this foamboard with a plastic outside to put it on with the sticky stuff called adhesive. I thought it was a great toy and chewed the heck out of it. She wasn't as pleased as I thought she should be.

Tongue-in-Cheek

Willow is a crazy little dog that will drive me totally insane AND I'll enjoy the journey getting there.

For more years than I want to admit, I have been a cat person. I still love cats but I don't have a burning need to go out and find another cat just because mine have passed away. I love dogs too but until Willow I really didn't want to own a dog. They require too much attention. Cats can and will ignore you and don't care if you leave the house to go to work, church or the mailbox. They also won't greet you as if you are their only reason for being alive but that is beside the point.

I've decided that the main difference between cats and dogs is their tongues. Cats have a sandpaper tongue that will take the skin off if you let them lick you more than once. They would NEVER be caught drooling. Dogs have a soft tongue that is wet and will leave you needing a towel. Willow has the softest tongue on earth and feels it is her right to lick my arm, neck, face, lips . . . pretty much anywhere my skin may be exposed. To make things even more strange she LOVES lotion. I am getting along in years and have to put moisturizer on my face and neck, hands, arms and legs - ok - I take a bath in lotion at least twice a day. She then feels it is imperative to lick it all off and will chase me down.

Now for the cherry on top - Willow's tongue is wetter than any other dog's tongue. I don't know why - it just is. She will chase me under the covers to give me a bath. She feels it is her duty to make me lotion-free AND sopping wet. WHY do I put up with that dog??

Would you look at this?

Just hours after posting about Willow chewing trash, she jumped in my lap with the lipstick that is laying down in the picture. The other one is one she presented on Sunday. What the heck is wrong with that dog???? This is the 4th lipstick she's killed. I am doing everything the books say to do and she's gone nuts. BTW - I put her in her crate and ignored her and didn't take a 2x4 to the monster like my first urge told me to do. What am I going to do????