ScarFace

You all know I'm Italian.  It just so happens that ScarFace is my Italian name.  Wanna know why? 

It all comes back to this week's "Adventures of Stewdy Baker" installment.  This week the Stewdster:
1: Got a sore on his nose because he was in Rambo's bed rearranging the blanket with unsubdued vigor.
2: Snuck in the back runs at work and pooped.  This week it wasn't in another dog's bed though.  That's progress.
3: Cried when his dad went outside in the front yard/street to do some  training with Rambo and didn't take him.
4: Knocked himself out jumping up from the floor and hitting himself in the nugget with the remote control to the TV that Kyle was holding.
5: Ran and did a Superman jump across to the back of the loveseat, inflicting a 4" scar on my right cheek as he went, all because his dad was home from work.  Thankfully the scar shrunk to 2" overnight.  And I just trimmed and dremeled his nails 2.5 weeks ago. 


My husband now calls me scarface.  Great. 

I've been AWOL for a couple/few weeks.  I actually got some vacation time.  Those posts will be to come.  Wait until you see Stewdebaker's adventures from that trip!  He is an amazing little pup!  Kayaking,  swimming, scuba diving.  We had big plans to mountain bike but the weather didn't cooperate.  Do you think he would have gotten his own bike?

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