Remember me? Ella here. It’s been so long since I was
allowed asked to blog that I nearly forgot how to type!
Luckily, my paws remember the motions.
Fear not, faithful followers, I’m still here…and cuter than ever, I might add.
I’ve just been super busy doing my thing and enjoying being around my birth parents, not to mention having my real parents back on dry land.
I’ve officially gone country, leaving the mean streets of San Francisco behind and embracing the rural lifestyle of the South.
I like it better here: lots more space in which to roam, plus…there are camels!
As well as a lot of dogs in these parts…seven in my household to be exact. Me, birth mom Katey, birth dad Kobe, half-uncles/half-brothers Kruzer and K-Oz, crotchety old Kasper…
And a new guy. Which leads me to the latest addition….
So the big news, as you may have seen if you follow Mom on Instagram—pretty sure she takes more photos of the rugrat than me these days—is that I got a little brother, Knox, as of Jan. 5. He’s OK, I guess, for a runt. (I’d say he bears a strong likeness to his older sister.)
That’s what he looked like as a wee tot, a little white mouse if you will. And then, slowly, he began to resemble a proper dog.
Here he is last weekend, trying to get all up in my grill.
Cute, but also quite the handful. Don’t let the innocent face fool you.
I had another sibling who was stillborn, and Dad spent an hour trying to revive him (going as far as to administer puppy CPR), but it didn’t work. It was a sad day. Anyway, enough with the waterworks.
Being a big sister is hard work, y’all. I’m expected to follow him around the house, making sure he doesn’t poop on the floor or shred up the furniture, and I can barely keep up.
I’d much rather be napping.
Or loving on my monkey.
Or digging in the laundry.
Harumph. So what else is going on? Well, I got a summer shave, going from this ball of fluff:
To this raggedy thing:
To this pile of discarded hair.
Don’t worry, I still look like a Muppet on top.
And today ends Tax Season, meaning my duties in the office are officially done. Good thing, too: Numbers exhaust me.
Of course, the big excitement in my life is that I’m finally being permitted to leave Tennessee again, when Mom, Dad and I go on a little road trip this week. I mean, I haven’t left the county since my grandparents took me on vacation to Georgia last October…which is pretty much a fourth of my life! How am I to maintain my reputation as a road warrior blogatrix if I’m stuck at home all the time.
Till next time.