Puppy world seems to be coming along nicely with the truces and dealing with each other. Bella now plays with Irie, and Irie kicks Bella's ass puppy style. Paybacks. Can be a bitch can't they, dog? Havana seems to tolerate miss. Irie just because of that sole reason. "Oh? You are going to torture Bella and not me? Alright, I can be your friend but I'll avoid you around mommy." They run, roll, and even poop together now. Lucky me! A trio of pooping puppies! But they are lovely nonetheless, and the mister and I wouldn't dream of having less now.
Today I've chosen to pamper my sunburn and read books on wedding crap (boring) while also tagging a few magazines that came in for things that I love! Mister and I are thinking of buying, so with that coming up why not start tagging my day dream room looks? Shall be an entertaining afternoon until our dinner party arrives :)
Ignore the area in which the wieners choose to lay. :) |
Mis. Fit.
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