Beautiful Mutts

Howdy, Padner!

Howdy, Dutch!

Have you ever? I mean really, have you EVER? Okay, that may just be the biased emphasis of a hormone-raging mom. But if I’m going to be sleep-deprived and behave half drunk most of the time (Or is that mostly drunk half the time? I’m not sure.) then it better be for a little mutt as cute as this. Oh, and when I say “little” I just mean in the figurative sense. He is, after all, rocking his 18.5 pounds at barely four months of age.

Hello? KSU football coach? Do you see this? We live in a rival state south of you! Don’t pass this boy up or I’ll be wearing colors only appropriate for Christmas and Valentine’s Day.

And not to be outdone by her “cheap and stinky” brother (her words, not mine), let me introduce you to Cado!

 Her Time


I realize there are hundreds of pictures I could use to introduce you to her, but I love this one! It was taken recently at The Broadmoor in Colorado Springs. She was enjoying the morning with me on our balcony. Me with my java, her with her milk. It was girl time. We bonded. She shouted at confused runners below. It was great.

We were there for a wedding and Cado was The. Cutest. Flower. Girl. Ever. Or at least in the history of weddings she has been in. Which is two. At any rate, check her out:

I don’t know who that chick is on the right sucking the cute out of the picture. Ignore her and focus on the princess.


Here’s a great one with Cado’s babysitter-who-travels! Yeah for us! This was not a wedding where kids could run, so we needed her help so we could both go to the wedding and still be respectable parents. She is great and is really a part of our family.

Um, I don’t know that I like the look on this kid’s face. He’s lucky to have a girl like her on his arm! I guess I’ll cut him some slack. But just maybe. He is the ring bearer who drug (or is that “dragged”? I sure hope Mr. Bailey never catches wind of this!) her down the aisle after she had been repeatedly told to go slowly.

And just so Dutch isn’t left in the dust … here he is, rosy cheeks and all, giving some of his FIRST giggles to Joey, the flown-in from NYC hair and make-up guru. But I’m not bitter. Wait … maybe his cheeks aren’t rosy because of the cold wind! JOEY! Put that make-up UP. Whew. If Big Guy would have seen that he’d have had a West Texas boy fit right in the middle of all that Colorado pageantry.

I’ll get some pictures of the Bride to show you. Wowza. Don’t look at them unless you are having a really good hair and make up day or you will want to crawl back under the covers and never come out. I’m not joking.

But chin up, Camper! Never forget, no matter how much pretty you are faced with, that your Creator thinks you are the most beautiful thing on Earth.
The king is enthralled by your beauty; honor him, for he is your lord. Psalm 45:11