Yeah I still suck.
I spend so much of Cliff the Mutt's own birthday telling him how amazing it is that I've had him since he was 4 months old that I forget to tell of you about it.
Cliff the Mutt's birthday was this past Monday. He's 11. I was home sick so I got to spend the day with my boy.
He's a therapy dog.
He's about to become a reading program dog.
He's the best four legged thing that ever came into my life and I love him dearly.
I passed another birthday this week.
Little N turned 4 Wednesday.
We haven't heard anything from her new home. I sent a card. We got her a present, but we are trying to find out how to get it to her without annoying anybody.
We still miss her.
Life goes on.