Muzzer is back from St. Loulis.
She promised us that she won't be going back there until the middle of October, and there is a chance that we can go along.
Then in November, we get to go along to help celebrate Aunt Marie's 95th Barkday. Wow. In dog years, that makes her reallllly old!
Like, more than 650 I think. I better be nicer to her. I bet she knows lots of stuff she can tell me.
Anyway...except for a trip with Dad at the end of September, I think muzzer will be behaving herself for a while.
That is good.
She also brought home three boxes of dog cookies from Trader Joe, and also some beefy rolls, and also some jerky strips and Chicken thingies.
That is good.
So I decided that I would only post a mildly hooomiliating picture of her.
This was taken in 1985, on Easter Sunday.
My muzzer is 39. My dad is 37. My sissie E.Beth (Muzzer is holding on to her so she doesn't run away) is just a little over a year old. My sissie E.Rabbit is eight years old.
Muzzer got rid of the dress a long time ago. Dad probably still has the blazer. E.Rabbit and E.Beth are both much bigger, so their clothes don't fit them any more.
That is one thing about having dogs instead of daughters. Muzzer says she saves a lot of money on clothes, even though my bow ties can get expensive.
Just wait til she gets the college bills for Teka.