This past Saturday was my 4th Gotcha Day, and since mom and dad don't know my exact birthdate they decided to make this my birthday as well. Were dad better organized he'd have posted on Saturday, the actual day. As with many other things mom even had a note taped to the cabinet over his coffee maker. So yeah, here we go-
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When a lap isn't available
Mom had just finished making the bed one morning recently and left the bedroom, and when she returned there I was, all snuggled up in a warm little nest between their pillows. Dad was almost out the door for work, and mom was buzzing around doing a million things at once as mom does. What can I say- I just needed a cozy little place to curl up for my 18-hour snooze.
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| Dad's Two Beauty Queens |
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| The Man, The Apple of His Eye (sorry mom) and an Apple |
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| Enjoying some dad love while he enjoys a French Broad River Brewery Scotch Ale |
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| Waiting patiently for some attention. Or food. That's my step stool dad slapped together to help me get down from his chair |
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| Look into my eyes. Come to me. Feed me. |
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| The Big Girl Trying to Sleep |
