I only have two children, but they treat Frankie like he's the third. And he eats it up.

aka Frankie Figs

And all she brought me was a weiner.



But he's the cutest little weiner you've ever seen. Oz "ran away" and we decided to replace him with a puppy that was a little more manageable. The girls have no idea we got him. They'll be so surprised! Six hours in the car with this little guy on the way home and I'm totally in love. He's the sweetest thing ever!

It's not that I don't like dogs, it's just that right now I need a dog like I need to shove another box of twinkies down my throat. But it looks like the mutt is here to stay, so I guess I ought to properly introduce him.

Meet Oz.


He's part boxer, part lab. He's also a screen eater (we're up to three now - the back porch door, one panel of the screened in porch and the front door, too.) And he's a grass eater which, in turn, makes him a puker. Oh, and let's not forget he's a runaway. Who came back.

After three days.

The girls are over the top in love with him. They refer to him as their brother. Me, I refer to him as a pain in my ass, but maybe when he learns to stop eating my house and puking in it, then maybe we can be friends.

All I can say is that Chris is gonna owe me for this one. BIG TIME! I'll be playing the "but you brought home a dog without telling me" card for at least a couple years.

Now, will someone please pass the box of twinkies?

I guess I don't need to shop for Father's Day this year. Chris had the girls today while I was enjoying a fabulous day at the spa. I think he knew I'd be really relaxed and thought he'd just go for it. You know...just take the penalty if I was actually mad.

I hadn't been home from the spa for ten minutes when they pulled up. I was in the bedroom when I heard the car door shut. I walked into the living room to greet them. The Lu always bolts through the door and runs to hug me, which I love. Roo was right behind her with the biggest smile I've ever seen on her face. And Chris? Yeah, he wore the most devilish grin on his face and I instantly knew something was up. Or should I say, I knew he was up to something? And then I spotted it.

He got himself a Father's Day gift. And he had that "I can't take it back and I hope you're not seriously pissed at me" look on his face. I've seen that look before. It's just not usually related to something with four legs.

So, Happy Father's Day, Chris!

And Happy "Your Dream Finally Came True And You Got A Dog" Day, Roo.

Apparently not much. Roo got a dog puppet today and so far it's names have been:

Gus.
Joe.
Trisha.
Dexter.
Dee Dee.
and Gigi.

(And she's had it for five hours.)