Well. Yes. I finally joined said Facebook. I had enough freaking requests to do such a thing.
Rowan has both lower teeth. His top two are in the process of popping. The other day we were in the grocery store (well, I was in teh liquor store buying wine and such) and he decided to throw his face against that change thing...and bruised his gum. Badly. And now he's grumpier then mad snot and will not sleep. DOesn't want to eat... doesn't want to do anything but cry, bang on metal bowls with spoons, and have bottles.
News: I have a dog. As in Morgan's dog. As in ... yay? She's getting fixed ASAP. Wolves and coyotes are denning down for the winter. Hello? I don't need nor do I want to have them sitting on my front porch waiting to eat her. That or she'll take off and bring Sunshine with her. Hello? I don't want that either. So. The dog's staying with us. Either we're going to keep her, or as around for a farm that' in need of a working dog that they can train from scratch. But I think that we're going to keep her. Even thought that there's nothig for the dog to do other then wander farther and farther away from the house.
I'm getting another kitten. Bella's mom Cuddles is pregnant again.
Um. Here. Some pictures of Gremlin.
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