WHAT'S ONE MORE?



Hank is a 6-8 month old (Bella is 7 months old) Sharpei/Chow. Rumor has it his name used to be Tank.
Our best friends, Lauren & Doug stood up for us in our wedding. Lauren & I have been friends since kindergarten.
This is Jeff and I with my mother & brother on the left and Jeff's mother is pictured on the right.
Melissa wrote a poem for her hubby on their anniversary a few weeks ago. I took her poem and tweaked it a little. Some of it didn't need to be changed because it was fitting for both of our husbands. My changes are in green.
I love looking into your beautiful baby blues,
You love all our animals and our house is a zoo,
I love you for your smokin’ hot bod,
You’ve got the cutest butt - and for that I thank god,
I love the way you hold me tight,
You’re a very smart man - you always let me win our fights,
I knew from the moment that I first heard your name,
You would be a part of my life, I know that sounds lame,
On our wedding day there was a huge blizzard in the air,
I have never ever cared that you're losing your hair,
Over 17 years ago, you picked out my ring,
YOUR mother said her fingers are small, she don't need too much bling,
Do you have any idea what a wonderful father you are?
Don’t worry - I won’t tell anyone that the 1st time you said ‘I love you’ you were drunk at a bar,
Over the years I have nicknamed you Peaches, The kids and I run for cover in fear of your long winded speeches.
Though we have walked through some really rough weather, We have grown so strong - and even better together,
I guess what I'm really trying to say - I'll be serious - not your usual wise cracking wife,
Is that you are what fills my heart - the very love of my life.
Luna on the other hand was born & raised in Miami, Florida. She saw her very first snow last year and didn't even want to walk in it. It took us a few days to get her to walk out in the yard to go to the bathroom. She would do her business on the front porch. As you can see, she did her business and is watching for that young pup to come back inside with her.
Luna says......To hell with her, I'm going inside. Young skulls full of mush.....