pagan mama:
Maddie with Regal & Nia
pagan mama:
Nia blowing bubbles
pagan mama:
Nia dining on blueberries
pagan mama:
OK, he's your husband; I have to assume he's OK.
pagan mama:
Oh. My. God. There is a furry black monster crawling in bed with us.
pagan mama:
He's smiling. Why? This thing could eat us both.
pagan mama:
Its teeth are longer than my fingers.
pagan mama:
Maybe if I stay very, very still, it will go away.
pagan mama:
I'm not taking my eyes off of this thing for a minute.
pagan mama:
She's pinned.
pagan mama:
Regal
pagan mama:
Nia
pagan mama:
Nia's revenge on the canine world