I think I'm in love!

As regular readers know, Krl and I are fortunate to share our humble abode with four houndgirls. Lady Rachel (Black Dog), Prissy, Brandy (Maple Syrple), and the addition of six months ago, Baby Phooey.

Black and Prissy have their own ergonomically correct (according to Petsmart) beds, although on occasion Black will give in to the lure and temptation of Mom and Dad's bed (and what a bed hog she is!). Brandy is a cuddler and when she thinks she has completed getting Mom to sleep, she hits the sheets and burrows to the foot of the bed. Phooey is our nocturnal problem dogchild. She sleeps in the crook of Krl's arm when she sleeps, thing is any time I wake up she is usually looking at me.

Night before last I woke up and much to my surprise there wasn't a hound between Krl and I. A rare treat! I thought I would take advantage of this and moved close to cuddle Krl when like a snake striking, Phooey planted the biggest, wettest lick, directly on my kisser! Talk about wake a guy up!

Now Phooey seems to think we are going steady. I just don't know how to break it to her I am already spoken for.

Ain't it nice when people are fussin' over you!

FATHER, may we "fuss" over YOU! Renew us daily!