Best Friends

Frenemy

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I came across this poem, and I thought it was so very true. We are so lucky to have B in our life, he is an unbelievably lovable character.


Why do we love our bullydogs so?
It seems very strange to so many, you know.
They maze at the wrinkled up face that seems "smashed."
They whiff doggie odors and gas that's been passed.
If some folks were honest, they'd shout out: "Alas!
You're telling me truly, for this you paid cash?!"
Why do we love our bullydogs so?
Some call us weird and deranged "so-and-so's."
With stark frozen fear, they gaze at the teeth,
the massive broad shoulders and little fat feet.
They gasp at the sight of the jowls and then shriek:
"Someone please save me! Just throw him some meat!"
Why do we love our bullydogs so?
They say we're obsessive fanatics, you know.
An accurate statement, but "Foul !" I protest.
You don't understand why a bulldog's the best!
It's hard to explain; to that I'll confess.
But sit down and listen, to what I profess.
Why do we love our bullydogs so?
And why does our love continue to grow?
I can't speak for all, but I'll say what I know.
To me it is simple, and easy to show:
From the short stumpy tail to the wrinkled-up nose,
they're sensitive children, just dressed in dog's clothes.

Happy Mother's Day!

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It has been birthday week here, an insane amount of family birthdays that we are late in sending out cards and presents, sorry!

I love Mil's school, absolutely love it. Both of Mil's teachers are super thoughtful and kind, it has been a true pleasure having Milly in such an amazing Pre-K class this year. Today the Pre-K class had a special Mother's day tea, it was seriously the cutest thing ever. All the kids served the Moms food and tea, then presented us with a hand painted pot of flowers, handprint keepsake, and the best part, the funnest handmade hats ever for us to wear during the tea. After our tea we were treated to a musical performance by the kids. It was nice that my Mom watched Truman (and B), so that I could enjoy a special tea with my not-so-tiny-anymore, Mil. I am truly thankful and lucky to be the Mother of such magnificent kids.