Happy Feet


Comfortable

These are Spaghetti’s little paws when she was just 6 weeks old. She was just chillin’ out in her make shift crate, (yeah, a cardboard box, like some homeless guy..is that ok to say?) with her peep..a borrowed squeaky dude. I was like, “giiiirl you got to get a better place than that, you need a luxury condo crate if you are going to show off your feet like that to all of the world.

Spags diving in

And this is Spaghetti eating with her foot in the food dish.  it is kinda’ Blechhh, who knows where those feert have been! But she is the kind of girl that just likes to, Dive Right In!

I am thinking the way dad like to take pictures of our feet that maybe he has some sort of foot fetish or something.  I mean he has SO many pictures of my paws as I got bigger. It is crazy!

Spaghetti'sPaw at 6 weeks

look there is another “foot pic”  These are “Little Feet” . My paws are like this…..

paw 001

Life Lesson: Your imagination may be able take you places but your feet do the work

OMG !!!! Now We Have Spaghetti !!!!


Spaghetti, meatball and i

Sorry I haven’t written in a while but the upgrade to WordPress really stinks and it makes it SO hard to write a post these days.  anyway……………

 My dad comes home today with some upstart “mini me” ‘cept it is a girl. Yeah, a pudgy little thick legged square headed bundle of adventure. He says it is Moms Valentine day present, but I think she is going to be daddy’s little girl, (Ok big little girl).

 Here is the story….. My dad goes to the vet this morning to get my  Heartguard heartworm medicine which he forgot to do last week. So, while he is there Vicky, (the receptionist)says she just got an English mastiff puppy. That starts the conversation all about us big gentle giants. My dad ends up asking if she was expensive and Vicky says, “No, someone in town just had 10 puppies and all they wanted was for them to go to good homes. ” You mean Free? So long story short, my dad calls the lady who by then has only 3 left and says he can be there in 20 minutes. He picks out this hot little number and drives it to my mom’s work at Orange Pediatric Care, (with offices on New Windsor and in Beacon) and has someone tell my mom to come out becasue my dad brouht Spaghetti for lunch.,..and the rest is history….well history to be written as we go.

Spaghetti 6 weeks tired

Life Lesson: When by chance serendipity happens and all the starts aline and just fall into your lap, ya’ have to go for it!   Don’t squander precious time hemming and hawing, Just say YES.