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Yeah, it had been a long time since we had family photos done.  Okay, we had NEVER had family photos done.  But you know my mom, she’s insistent (Dad says she just plain bossy) .  When Mom says we’re getting the family photos taken, then WE’RE GETTING THE FAMILY PHOTOS TAKEN. 

She got this fancy schmancy camera and forced me and Dad to get all gussied up.  It isn’t easy looking this good, but she’s beautiful, so we do it. We combed our fur and put on our best smiles.

This is the nicest shot of just Mom and Dad.  Mom took it herself. She wouldn’t let me take the picture because she said I might get the camera strap caught in my fur. Anyway, it’s a good photo and I asked Mom to frame it for me. 

This next shot is the three of us.  Aren’t we purty??  We had a rough time getting Dad to smile.  But all in all, he looks nice.  I think I smiled a bit crooked.  But really, this was the best of TEN pictures.

So family portraits are done.  When it was all over and I was really drained from the constant grinning Mom snapped this last shot of me right after she kissed my nose and said I was handsome. 

The things I do for love….*sigh*

And HEY, don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.

It’s me, Lewis.  Mom says I need to get over myself and introduce some of the family.  Rude.  But okay, I’ll play along.  Today you meet my cousin. He’s a hoomerweener.  Uh, whoomerhiner.  He’s a, uh, weenywhiner. 

Mom’s glaring at me.

Otto  is a Blue Weimeraner.

This is Otto.  In case you didn’t notice, I’ll tell you, he’s blue.  Yes.  Blue.  When Mom talks about Otto her voice goes up an octave and she talks all sweetly and says it’s her “Grand-wuppy”.    See, Otto belongs to Mom’s daughter.  The daughter is named Miss Muffet and the dog is named Otto and Otto is blue.  Can you feel my frustration around this?

Miss Muffet and Otto live in Sin City (just left of Maine) with someone named Lyle.  I haven’t figured out who Lyle is except that he belongs to Miss Muffet. 

Mom’s eyes leak when she talks about these people.  My eyes leak when I have to hear about it. 

Back to Otto.  He  is tall and thin and gangly.  He’s a big baby if you ask me.  He sleeps on Miss Muffets bed, he has his “all-natural” dog food served in a raised dish so his scrawny neck won’t ache when he has to chew. 

Doesn’t he just look like some royal blue king?  Yeah, right.  He’s blue.  Dogs just shouldn’t be blue and velvety.  I mean, really, you call that fur?? 

Anyway, my cousin Otty, from Sin City is moving back to the country soon and we’ll be barking it up in no time.  I’ll have to be careful that I don’t hurt his skinny city-boy figure or Mom is sure to be upset.

Otto is okay as far as cousin’s go, but he’s not Gold and he’s no Golden Dog. If you want some real gold:

GOLDEN DOG RECOMMENDS buying gold.

Mom says the full moon in June is making things crazy.  I think she meant to say “making things cranky“.

All I’m saying is Mom has been a little cranky, okay?  She’s wearing her jammies too much and I’m not sure she brushed her fur.  She is stretching and yawning like she’s just sooooooo tired.  (what EVER!)

I only got up to pee three times last night.  So what?!  It’s not like I barked all night.  It isn’t as though I panted in her face with a tennis ball in my mouth at 3 am. (Okay, I did do that.)

We can just agree to forget last night and let’s just say it won’t happen again at least until, well, maybe tonight.

Have you met Mukunda and Ulyses?  These guys are my cyber-friends. 

Hey, just because they are older than me doesn’t mean they can’t be my friend.  And hey, just because I’ve never met them dog-face-to-dog-face doesn’t mean I don’t want to sniff them up and down, cuz I do want to sniff them up and down.

Muki and Ule read my blog all the time and their Mom is super cool.  I thought I should write them a little open letter expressing my deepest inner feelings to them.

 Dear Muki and Ule~

You are super cool.  I’d like to play fetch with you and share a bowl of water, too.

Please say you’ll always be my friend.

            Your punk forever.

            Lewis

There.  I don’t always pour my heart out for the world to see (unless I am talking about my Mom.  Have you met my Mom?  She’s beautiful).

GOLDEN DOG RECOMMENDS THIS:

Ule and Muki’s mom has important work going on and Mom says I need to share that with you.  Here is a link to Mooie’s work:  in~JOY!

(She’s working to change how the healthcare system operates.)

http://www.squidoo.com/HB1660

Support people like Ule and Muki’s mom.  Thanks.

P.S.  I’m sorta partial to my Snoopy doll, too. Ule and Muki, and Mom,  my heart is big enough for all of you.  I’m just sayin’…

I was thinking about going for a walk but Dad is at work and Mom is too.  The lady that shares our house is busy with that dang cat so I can’t ask her. 

I been thinking about Dad.

I miss Dad when he’s at work.  When he comes home I wag real hard and he always bends over to pound my ribs and call me a punk.  I remember the other day when Mom was gone and Dad took me for a walk.  Man, that was fun.  I pulled real hard and resisted real hard.  Good old fashioned fun.

We have good memories, Dad and I and you know, he’s getting better at knowing how to use the leash.

 Father’s Day is coming right up and I’m gonna get him a real nice tennis ball or a new leash.  Yeah,  a tennis ball or a new leash or some beef jerky.  Beef jerky, yeah, beef jerky or a tennis ball or a new leash or a colorful fleece sweater vest. 

I’ll figure it out.  Are you getting your human something nice for Father’s Day?

Happy Father’s Day Dad.  I love you.

I’ll be your Punk forever.

This is my most favorite picture of me and my dad.  See how handsome we are. I know, it brings tears to my eyes, too.