I was expecting for this to bring upon weeping and gnashing of teeth. But to my delight, they murmured not and got down to business. I even snuck up behind them grabbed them in a big bear hug and squeezed them together. This usually illicits the wailing, "Moooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmm" remark. (that looks too much like moo).
Afterwards, I was going up the stairs as K was coming down, and the dogs were clammering around her and gave her a hug on the top stair. The dogs went nuts, jumping all over her. Sheesh. Little rug rats. I remarked, "what's up with them?"
K said, "They're my entourage."
So, here's a look at her entourage...
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Yeah... well you tell K that I've got an entourage (grunt... is that how you spell that? I don't wanna click back to see how you spelled it... that's right...isn't it?).
But mine has BIGGER dogs! HA!
You know K and I were discussing that the other day. Your family is tall, and has big dogs. Our family with one exception, hubby dear, is short, with small dogs.
And Bennie boy still scares me! One whap of his tale and I'm a hurting unit.
I AM NOT SHORT! :P I'm above average. And that's without heels on.
That said. Stupid dogs... stupid ugly dogs...
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