That last one is looking out my bedroom window. Houston is slowly but surely coming back to life. I mean, they're coming to TAKE THE CEILING OFF my kids' room today, and I have no phone and internet is sporadic and they can't say when my son will be getting back to school and my own school still doesn't have power and we barely have any working traffic lights...but things are generally calming down.
So that's why my gal decided to liven things up by getting friendly with my friends' psycho dog Andre. They also have perfectly sweet and understanding dog named Luke who doesn't even have a hankering for child arm served up sushi style. But, not my gal's thing. Whatever.
I don't have a picture of Andre, but at least I have one of Sugar in a moving box. When Sugar first started batting at me through that hole in the box I was all, "Oh great. My boy trapped the cat in a moving box. AGAIN." But then I noticed that although Sugar was pulling the whole "cat trapped in box" routine, the back of the box was totally and completely open.
Andre can probably be just as playful when he's not chomping the daylights out of my kid's arm. I just don't happen to have a picture of it. But here's the story in my gal's own words:
so i was sitting and petting Andre who is my favorite out of Luke-and-Andre, and then i stopped petting him and all of the sudden he goes all psycho doggy on me and is all chompin' on my my arm like its a doggy bone. it hurt really badly. worse then both my ankles and even worse than the jellyfish sting. mommy really does need to make a new section for all the times we maim ourselves. here's a pic
anyway, it is just a bunch of little red dots again, but unlike the jelly sting, i have to actually be awake for all the painfulness. that and it doesn't last only 30 minutes. ow.
well that's my story. but don't worry or anything. Daniel says that Andre has had all his shots. oh yeah... Luke is my favorite out of Luke-and-Andre now. his hairdo is less cute, but he is also less psycho.