I'm gonna GITCHA

Prior to Mo coming home, we were concerned about our dog. As most of you with pets, Murry was our "baby" for the better part of our last 4 years, so we were worried what our overly spoiled shih tzu would think. I personally was concerned that the dog would quit using the outside as his place to "do his thing" and start "going" throughout the house. From previous posts, you can read how Mario came home with little "skills," so he barely moved. The dog loved this, so he took every opportunity to lick Mo all over and then bark at him for hours. This was VERY entertaining to the humans in the house *sarcasm*

Then the tables turned as my son's "skills" improved (we joke it is either due to the steroid cream or the fact that all he has done socially has been going to b-ball games - it must be from watching the "hoops"). He began to crawl...quickly. Very quickly. Much to Murry the dog's dismay. He did not just start to crawl, he crawled with a vengeance. He crawls while sucking in his lip and with a glint in his eye. He crawls with a singular purpose - to get that DOG!

You can RUN, but you can't HIDE - DOG.

I found you, DOG.
I didn't do anything, it was that stupid, stupid, DOG.
Even when mom is trying to take my picture, I am trying to get at that darn DOG.
One way, or another, I'm gonna find ya', I'm gonna gitcha gitcha gitcha gitcha - DOG.

Who, Me? I am WAAAAYYY too cute to torment anyone.
See, the dog is right over there - I am leaving him alone.
Here are my stitches from my 2nd biopsy - mom can't be mad at me, I am wounded.
Here is one for Rose... the Screaming Guatemalan Pic. They must all just scream in a high pitched way for no apparent reason! :-) Don't you love his Alfred E Newman teeth?