Red Shoes Rock

Here's Julie's Mother's Day present...a brand spanking new RED pair of Sauconys. She had been wanting a pair for a while and of course wanted red--they will match over half of her closet! :)

I don't know what my gift is yet, she says it's on its way! *pacing and panting like a dog waiting for a treat* woohoo!

Of course we did presents for each other, we deserved some for sure! You know you love your kids when you will pull tennis ball fuzz out of their hiney because they can't do it themselves (that was my job and I won't embarrass Casey by telling you that it was because he stupidly ate some fuzz off of a tennis ball once and it only made it halfway out on its own...oops!) and when you cut stitches out because the old vet was too far away (that was Julie's job) I don't do blood, wounds or injuries and she doesn't do poop or puke.

Last summer during break I sent this picture to Julie at work because of how COOL (not) it was to have to clean this up from Brinkley who apparently shoved the bone a little too far down his throat. They say you always learn something...I learned that some dogs have a sensitive gag reflex and that Brinkley most definitely does NOT chew his food.

This is why we've started giving presents for Mother's Day. Presents that don't involve bodily functions.