Winston is upset

Layne is packin. packin. packin.

She will be movin to her first own place this weekend.

She tells me Winston is takin off with her stuff. I tell her it's because he is gonna miss her. He will be lost without her.

She looks at me like I have lost my mind.

"Mom, WINSTON, not JACK. Winston!"

(me) Well, he still knows something is up. . . . AND he IS gonna miss you. . .

She rolls her eyes. . .

See, young Moms, nothin changes when they grow up. . .We still hear what we want to and they still think we are crazy. . .

But the funny thing now is-we usually ARE crazy! They DROVE us there!

Kackle today?? Need too makes the world much easier to deal with, especially children, no matter what ages!

One thing worse. . .

than being a butt magnet is

having a bassett crawl under the covers after playin' in the rain at midnight and wantin to snuggle. . .

A butt magnet?

I noticed the other night that all dogs sleep with their butt to me.

I turn my head and run into to either Harlie's butt and/or Crystal's butt.

I turn over and have to move Scrappy's butt from my stomach.

I move my legs and have to work around Baxter's butt and/or Jack's butt.

How did I become a butt magnet?