I love me some StuART. I also love me some Angel Kyla household that coined the term “StuART”. Thanks pals. And thanks to all of you who have been so patient and supportive as the Dad Peep and I attempt thinking of bringing a 4-foot loved one of the Scottie persuasion into our home. Wherever that may be. And whenever that may be. It might be sooner than we think.
Here’s to StuART! Please enjoy!
He loved riding on the ferry between Jamestown and Surry. And I love this one. Hope you do, too!
WWSS?
What would Stuart say if he knew I’d missed so many blog posts over the last few months? Hum? What would he say if he knew I hadn’t been making the rounds to visit his friends’ blogs and to say hi?
He’d arrOOOOO, I know that. And he’d be mad. I always hated it when he was mad. He made no bones about being mad.
Remember?
From his perch on the stairs…he was mad about something.
And he let you know what was on his mind. Always.
Remember?
I do know this. He loved Friday’s Foto Fun.
So, let’s have some fun.
Sorry I’ve been AWOL Angel Stuart. I really am. To which he’d reply, “Hey Peepstress, don’t apologize to moi. Say you’re sorry to my friends why don’t cha?”
And he’d be right. Sorry friends.
What terrier owner hasn’t experienced “squirrel!!!!”? Or any dog peep for that matter. There’s something about these rats with tails that drive them nuts.
This one, and his family – they’re all driving me nuts. They sit and stare at me through my kitchen window. Nice. NOT.
Like this nasty guy.
Would that Angel Stuart and Angel BoBo were alive to give ’em the what for.
Yes, friends, the first Friday in June is Donut Day. I didn’t have one. Yet. There’s still time….
