MoM has been reading about TC-- JoJo's little rescued baby...Our little rescued baby died... he/she was going to be a ringneck dove...but he was not as feathered as TC and got too cold... and died.
Which brings me to remember just how little I was when MoM got me. I weighted in at .40.... and she could hold all of me in her palm. She loved me and fed me every four hours... and I got to suck on fingers when I wasn't eating. Then, I was lucky enough to have a substitute mom... Becky. My MoM Becky got me every morning at 5:00 and kept me until noon or until MoM got me.... I still love MoM Becky... I talk to her on the phone and when she comes to see me, I just "eat" her up and lick her and clean her ears and face and wiggle all over to show how glad I am to see her! And people say dogs don't have memory... HA! I know who fed me and gave me my first bath....and loved me just like MoM!

So I guess my muse today is that it doesn't matter who feeds you and raises you if you are loved... all MoMs are pretty special ....

Spring is gone-- summer is here!

I am now a robust boy of about 12 pounds and very elegant looking, if I do say so... and I do... I am certainly not shy and retiring... so much for being a tiny yorkie. I can take on most anything.... and do.... and enjoy it. My momma Sugar is teaching me to chase birds... almost got one the other day.... almost.... Life is good here. Hot! Triple digit numbers MoM says... and that is warm when your backside is all black... and long. MoM shaved my belly and my ears and my feet and my legs. I may look funny but I don't get pecan bloom in my hair anymore....So I really do have something to grin about....