Friday!

This is Friday. My sister from another mister. Where "mister" equals "species." Plain and simple: my mom's dog. And she's among my top 6 favorite siblings ever. She makes me happy.

The games we play.

She wanders into my room, stands there, looks at me with those "I'm so innocent" brown eyes of hers. I greet her with a "Hi, pup!" as if she'll talk back. She looks to the right, spots my shoes. She looks back at me. We both know what she's planning. She inches closer... closer still. "Friday," I say in that low warning voice that does absolutely nothing. "Don't even think about it, pup." She looks at me once more. Those eyes... pure love and devotion. It only takes her a split second to snatch my shoe between her teeth and scamper away. I sigh. Chasing is futile. Damn dog is quick. And "drop it!" apparently means "run faster!" Later I'll find a small pile (my shoes, socks, and whatever else she managed to grab) in another room. The shoes with laces untied, but otherwise undamaged. (She cries while chewing on her squeaky toys.) I bring everything back. And we play again.

Expressions

I think her's is saying, "Really? Another picture?"

What do you think?

Smile for the camera.

My parents talked me into going out on the boat a few weeks ago. One of the best days ever.

Did I mention I love this dog?

Friday

Someday, when she calms down in one or two or eight years (I hope), I'll be able to get a full body shot. For now, this squirmy little pup is fairly vibrating with energy and it makes for a lot of really blurry photos.

By the way, you know how cats are incredibly graceful and always (for the most part) land on their feet? Well, puppies? Not quite as coordinated. They land on their face. Friday and I learned this the hard way.