If you’re a facebook friend, you have probably heard me chirp about our new puppy, Polly. She’s been with us a week now and we named her after my Uncle Paul. That was my youngest girl’s idea. I just love the name.
She’s a “Morkie” or a “York-tese” or a “Malshire” or something fancy. Maltese + Yorkshire = forgettaboutit. I never thought I’d be into a little dog, but there is something funny about this little kitty. Mike calls her that and I just crack up. She weighs about four pounds wet. She is your typical sassifras and it’s my goal to nurture her inner priss. It might be too late, though.
Zeke and Polly couldn’t be more different. I swear I’ve caught Zeke looking at me sideways this week in astonishment. “You brought this fake dog into the house why, exactly?” Truth be told, he loves her. I’ve even caught him spinning her ’round and ’round on the end of his stuffed animal. I’m gonna get these kids into the circus, I tell you.