

This cute fellow is Ozzie. He is my son's new pup. Ozzie has some Snauchser (however you spell it) and a little Husky in him. Trust me, he acts like an Ozzie but he looks like a Stewart. SDS went bonkers when I said name him Stewart (I have NO idea why) so now we have a poopy named Ozzie!

I told RMan today I was tired of being on the bottom of the list. I told him I doubt I am even on his list. Last Sat we were supposed to go out. He TEXTED me to tell me he was working (he was, but still) he TEXTED me. I was most unhappy. This weekend, of course, now it's something with the motorcycle. His son crashed and broke the drive belt. You know what? That was Wed night. They all stayed at the Omelet Shoppe until 12 a.m. chatting Wed night but he does NOT have time for me on a Saturday?
I told him to come get his puppy (Ozzie's sister is supposed to be his) and just have a good weekend without me. I'm through. I officially give up. I'll be the old lady that dies with her dog by her side..hee hee. At least Ozzie loves me?! And Ozzie does know how to give moose kisses! (those are licks, by the way, not real kisses!)
1 comment:
how are u and rman?
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