Happy Monday!!! I am trying to stay really positive this week because it may be my last week of freedom from a job. I have to make this week the best one yet. While I will miss having all the free time in the world, I really can’t wait to start working again, especially because it’s going to be a job that I LOVE!
All my life my dad has insisted that he would never buy a small dog. When I was young I had a large Airedale Terrier, named Nicki. We got rid of Nicki when Joe was born (my parents, both at age 40, couldn’t handle a dog, a 13 year-old, and a newborn…oh well, I understood). So now that my brother is 13 my parents have finally decided to let him have a dog. For some strange reason they chose one of the smallest dogs known to man (and the ugliest, in my opinion); a wire haired dachshund (aka a Weiner dog!).
When they told me they were buying a weiner dog, I laughed out loud. I’ll admit, however, this dog is actually quite cute, but what dog isn’t cute at 10 weeks old? My family chose this small dog because they had met its mother and saw how tame and relaxed she was. My dad had this false impression that all small dogs were wild and crazy, but this dog proved him wrong.
Gina is having a SALSA giveaway to celebrate here one year blog anniversary!
Tomorrow I will post 5 urban food legends (ex: sugar causes diabetes….not so much!).