Emmett

So, we've been hanging out with Dr P's mama's dog, Emmett, for the past few days, and he's making me want one like nobody's business. He's pretty much the definition of ADORABLE.



And he sort of reminds me of Michael Jackson. So I sit with him on my lap while I work, singing Billy Jean and Thriller and Don't Matter if You're Black or White (which makes me chuckle because, well, he's both.) all day long. He loooooooves it soooooo much. (PS ... this is what happens when people work from home and have zero adult interaction on a daily basis. They sing off-key MJ songs to dogs.)

Me and Emmett, we're pals.

I heard a rumor that his mama might be picking him up tonight and I'm in a slight state of depression over it.

La will be sad too. She's been chasing him around the house yelling "Eyyemmmettt Jayyyyyne!" and "Emmmyyyy Lou!" in her finest southern accent, and he's been sleeping in her bed with her at night. It's very sweet.

Does this mean our family needs a dog? Hmmmm.

To be continued ...