Monday, April 27, 2009

snoozing

Hi Momma Susan. I know the Dex just wrote you, but I wanted you to see another cute photo of my very self. I'm sleeping in my office bed...guess it's really Momma's office, but this corner is all mine.
I'm very tired as I had a great romp with two little terriers this morning. They were cute, but not as cute as me. Momma told their momma's one of their cousins in Chicago is the reason she has me. I guess I'm glad of that, but thought it was only my most beauteous personality that she chose me. But she is, after all, only human...
I know Momma was getting pretty frustrated with the computer, and I can't help cause I don't have thumbs. But I think she's calmed down now.
Please come to see me soon....I love you, but not as much as I love my own momma. Guess you know that by now. Molly

I can see better now


I know you think I'm the cutest boy on the planet, but this is proof of how much I love you, Momma. Molly said I could use her blog because she was there when Momma Linda took the photo; it's good to have an older sister's permission...
I like laying on your lap because you are my momma and you are soft and you love me and I like to wear your glasses and I don't mind looking scholarly even when I'm not and...and...and...
Your loving boy,
Dexter

Friday, April 10, 2009

I can't wait any longer!


Momma Susan, it's so hard to wait when Foxxy is being sewn. I tore her neck apart Wednesday, and she has been sitting on the sewing basket since then. Momma thought I looked cute with stuffing all over my nose, but now it's back inside Foxxy. Here's a photo of me waiting to get her back; I'm sitting at Momma's feet and have jumped up a few times, but she pushes me down. I want my fox!
Momma said you are coming here tonight. Is that true? Are you bringing Dexter, or do I get you all to myself? Oh, Momma gets you too... Are you going to stay with us? I like it here, but I really want to wander in the woods by myself. Momma says I can't. We saw deer yesterday, and I barked at them. Today we thought we saw a chipmunk, but Momma wouldn't let me off my lead to go make some new friends. She said they would bite my nose.