My daughter was recently given a Yorkiepoo, a tiny bundle of puppy with black silky hair, who weighs only a pound or so, but is nothing but a ton of pure cuteness and love.
The Yorkiepoo, named Poo, is so adorable, and funny. I have never been fond of dogs, but fell in love with Poo. He likes to chew on shoes, on my fingers, and fall asleep in my arms. Of course he does this with everybody, so the whole house is smitten with this teeny rascal. He also likes to fall asleep on top of my feet.
Yesterday Zee decided to cut off some of that silky hair while I held him. Poo squirmed and Zee cut, and cut, then shampooed him. I have never laughed so hard. Poo looks half his size after that haircut, and the haircut was, um, shall I say---gappy.
Poo now has a Mohawk, and an unfortunate strip of hair nearly shaved off on his back. I have never laughed so hard. I am laughing as I look at him now, as he tries to chew up a book I'm reading about King Tut. Oh my, never too old to fall in love!
Then this morning Zee was given a frozen salmon that weighs at least 20 lbs. I didn't know salmom could get that big. She gave half of it away to a neighbor so she could get the rest of it in the sink and wash it off before cooking it. She's in the kitchen now wrangling with it. I'm keeping my mouth shut about how to cook it, because I've never cooked a salmon. (Give me a catfish and I know what to do with it.)
I think she's gonna cut it up and fry it--we'll see how it turns out.
Got to go cuddle that Poo again, bye from susil