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I noticed that the date I last blogged coincides with the point in time when life as I knew it changed forever. A life in which I could knit, eat snacks on the couch, sit on the floor without having my pantleg chewed off. A life before I became a chew toy.

We got an 8 week old puppy the weekend after I last blogged. And then there was Christmas and New Year's and my 2 year old son's two ear infections (or one really long, nasty, pus filled, three week ear infection, take your pick).

Anyway, we welcomed into the family this AKC-registered Westie officially named Princess's Margaret B. White. Or Maggie as she's known around these parts.

I'm trying to find time to blog again. Lately, the only "laptop" I have is furry and smells of earth and dampness and I don't want to know what else.

It's been a dog-beat-blog world so far in '06.

Comments

FletcherDodge said…
It's good to see you're posting again. You're too good of a writer not to.

Happy New Year, and don't forget that you can always bite back ;-)
6:45 AM
Brianne said…
haha I heard how Henry goes around saying, "Ankle biter! Ankle biter!" I can relate. I remember when we got Sugie (soooo long ago) and ankles (particularly mine, it seemed) were a magnet for her razor-sharp puppy teeth. The pain was unbelievable and I couldn't understand why something I love so much would BITE me! Maggie is just as cute as can be though. Hope she's getting past her biting phase. Well.... then again, the puppies we got last Valentine's Day are STILL chewing up everything, just not people anymore.
BTW - have you SEEN the kitten entry on my blog yet??
1:25 PM
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