This morning, the last Saturday of my vacation week, called for major snuggle time (must say real fast like MCHammer saying "hamme' time") in my King-sized bed — a bed this size is a must for the owner of an Old English Sheepdog. Gideon's got this beautiful, big black nose that makes his face storybook cute. And Harleigh, well she has a beautiful regal nose, now complete with a piercing. Yes, she's been wanting one for a while. The belly button ring was her first choice, but I have a thing about belly buttons (if I put my finger in my belly button I get light-headed) and so that ain't gonna happen. But the nose piercing seemed very Harleigh. I went with her to Psycho Tattoo and was impressed by the people there (was expecting lots of attitude and lack of respect — yes, stereotyping at its finest, I'm ashamed to say) and how clean it was. It looks adorable on her. She's a great kid, and this is all about her expressing herself in an OK way. Might be way different than how I would, but then again, I'm 49 and she's 17.
What's more fun than putting glasses on your pooch? He's a Renaissance man.
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