It's hard to come up with things to blog about when your head is full of a story you can't talk about. Not that it's a high secret, or that I think anyone would steal it. It's just my experience that talking about a newborn story in public is like taking a newborn baby on a crab boat.
If it doesn't die of exposure, it'll get washed overboard.
So.
Cobie and Kelly aren't really doing anything new, just the same stuff. Here they are sitting in my lap, crushing my gizzard:
Cobie got all the raw beauty, and Kelly the charm. I think they are the Josh Holloway and Evangeline Lilly of dogs.
Dmitri is still the epicenter of cuteness, however.
Last night Dmitri zoomed so loudly in his wheel, I heard it clear at the other end of the house and over the tv and the dogs, who were being rowdyasses. Dmitri is probably two, since I adopted him two years ago in February, and sometimes he's sometimes squinty in his left eye. But since the weather's turned cool, he's a zoomy lil booger. I thought I had a recent photo of him, but I can't find it. Let me take another:
So yeah, nothing new to report. Same stuff, different day.