It's Me, Sara Louise

It’s true, a bad Mommy.

On Wednesday, while I was all busy writing about cheese and Gatz’s hosting skills, I should have been writing about something else, because when I finished, I logged onto Facebook and saw this post:

Fifty

Wednesday

That’s right, it was Fifty’s third anniversary and I had completely forgotten about it and he hadn’t. See, bad Mommy (and to add to the guilt he has his head snuggled across my feet keeping them warm right at this very second. He sure does know how to milk it).

So in honor of his adoption, I’m going to re-post the story of how Fifty escaped a life at the shelter and the name Nonos (Nonos is the name on his birth certificate. Sometimes I like to shout, ‘Nonos’ just for fun, and Fifty looks at me funny). Without further ado, I give you, Le Woof Woof
(ORIGINALLY POSTED 7TH DECEMBER, 2009)
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{call me Nonos}

And he likes to chew fingers.

{PUPPY BELLY!}

And he’s very smart.

He already understands ‘NO‘ in two languages.

bisou

P.S. If you’d like to make Fifty’s day, you can become friends with him on Facebook. Just click here. Making friends is his favorite (except for his green ball)