Personal | Meet Charlie

This Monday my mom and I headed to the airport to pick up her new baby boy.

Except this baby had redish/blonde fur, a wet nose, and it weighed about 3 pounds.

Yup, that's right. We got a new puppy.

Everyone, meet my mom's new adorable malti-poo puppy named Charlie. 

this picture gives you an idea of how tiny he is!!

melt my non-animal adoring heart

Ask anyone in my family and they'd tell you straight up that I'm not a huge animal person. Sure, they can be really cute...in pictures. I can suck it up and go along to the farm and zoos with the kids, but inwardly I'm flinching. Sometimes I'll surprise myself and pet the farm animals, but then realize what I did and go run to wash my hands. I know I'm a small minority in this weird dislike of zoos, but I honestly don't get what's fun about looking at animals from the other side of the glass. If I wanted to do that, I could turn on the Discovery Channel and watch them in real, wild action through the glass of my TV. But I digress...

My love for animals pretty much starts and stops with dogs. It's sort of funny, but I just really like them.
Yeah, yeah and I know what you are all thinking, "In the last post she talked about books...now she's talking about animals??? Zounds, this girl needs a life." 


But seriously, can you blame me for not loving this dog?? He got a haircut last week and actually stayed completely somewhat still for a few seconds so I could snap a quick shot of him. Or two. Or twelve. You know how it goes.

He melted my non-animal adoring heart and turned it into sappy slush.

Happy Monday!

Hey it’s Franklin…

“comin’ out to play.”

{did anyone besides me absolutely LOVE that show (book series) growing up? Franklin was the bomb.}

Meet my new friend, Franklin. He doesn’t like me very much.

 

Here is how our unlikely friendship began:

1.) I spotted him underneath the bushes near our front porch

2.) After watching him {not move} for ten minutes, I got a stick…and yes, poked him. There, I said it.

3.) After watching him {not come out of his shell} for 5 minutes, I got a cup of water…and *takes deep breath*, poured it on him.

Hey, don’t look at me like that. His shell was REALLY dirty, ok?

See, he’s even smiling in these shots, right? right.

 

4.) So after watching him {still not really moving}, I got workers gloves…and picked him up and moved him onto the driveway.

Man, you should have seen the way he kicked and clawed as I proudly walked him over to my siblings. That’s pure joy right there.

or not…

{no turtles were harmed in the making of this post. Franklin was safely put back underneath the bushes after these photos were taken.}

My Prince Charming

is 6 pounds and furry all over. He gives me kisses in the morning and follows me around all day. He is a bit of a lazy fellow – but is ready to bark at any “intruder” who comes knocking on our door. He’s crazy, but I love him anyway. My prince is my dog, Prince Caspian. :)