This is the best picture I've ever taken of Dobby since we got him a month ago, mostly because he is so rarely still that every time I point the camera at him, he immediately starts whirling around like a spinning top as if he's trying to find the best pose: "This way? How about this way? Like this? Or did you like this one better? Wait! I've got a whole new one...."
He was sunbathing on the couch in this pic, looking dapper in his blue plaid sweater. I adore his pink nose and his sticky-up ears and especially that little wrinkled hairy chin. We kiss him ten thousand times a day and coo over him with disgustingly syrupy baby talk and always make sure that his jaunty winter jacket -- the one with the faux fur-lined hood -- is securely velcroed up so that hims won't get a chill on him's widdle chest, 'cause we don't want that Mister Baby Sweetie-sugar to gets sickies, now do we?
I know it's just hair, but I still might cry. - I was wandering Target last night (a perfectly acceptable Friday night activity) when Annie sent me a text. It was a brief conversation: [image: photo f93ab...
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