Mama'Z Baby Boy

Sparky is growing fast.  He's lost is rounded puppy belly and his puppy fuzz and has now gained a long lean middle schooler's body with a shine that looks as if we polish him each night.  His legs have gotten long and his feet are bigger every single day.  I'm thinking I may end up getting a saddle  and riding him places.  My own little pony.

I have never had a dog that simply played.  Even when the big dogs are about, Sparky will play with something and keep himself quite amused.  The other night he came prancing into the craft room, dragging something and stinking up the room.

Now, Sparky is not without toys.  They are usually spread across the living room along with half chewed bones, bits of rawhide plush and plastic squeakies and even a half unrolled ball of yard that he just loves.

So what does he drag into the craft room?  Some foul smelling, half disintergrated, covered with mud and who knows what all a once plush flamingo.  And he was prod of it, carrying it around for most of the night. 

I;m hoping I'm wrong but I think the last time I saw that particular flamingo, we had burried it with someone, either Rocco or that poor puppy Patti.  I suppose I'll have to be brave and go see if we have any holes in the graveyard. 

Then this morning I find Josh's lost slipper on an outside step.  Again it looked as if it had been burried but since it was only missing for a matter of days, Sparky must have burried it and then dug it up again.

Talk about a buster.  But he loves his mama and that is what counts and we are going to ignore that whole chewing on a titty thing he did last night. 

Small World

This was told to me by Casey.

It seems that Casey has a friend with a daughter just entering High School.
On the first day of class, the teacher wanted them to write something about their first day of school.  It didn't have to be that year just some year.  To make her point the teacher told a story of her own.

It was the first day of Kindergarten and the time for coloring.  So the kids got out their boxes of crayons.  The storyteller had a box of 8 crayons while the boy seated beside her pulled out this ginormous box of crayons that held every color in the world AND had a sharpener to boot.  The storyteller yearned after that box but since she couldn't have it, she hoped with all her might that the boy would share the crayons with her.

With the telling of this story, the storyteller spoke the boy's name and the daughter of Casey;s friend suddenly blurted... "I know that guy!"  Yep.  That guy was my Casey.  Can you imagine.

Now Casey didn't stop with the telling of the story.  He had plans to buy a ginormous box of crayons for the friend's daughter to give to the teacher along with a photo of a sad looking Casey holding a sign that will read "I'm sorry I didn't share".

So I guess the world isn't so big after all.