frazzled & frumpy

My name is Chandler.  I'm a dog. This is Sadie. She's my girl. She's my favorite.  (I used to be little.) I like to jump on her and lick her face and take naps with her.  I like to chew stuff.  Chewing is my favorite. I chewed all the couches and  20 shoes. I'm good at chewing. This is Patrick. He's a dog, too. He's my very best friend. He's grouchy. I try to play with him and he growls at me. I think that means he likes me. I like to bark. I bark at people and cars and the sprinklers. Barking at night is fun. I'm a very loud barker. Barking is my favorite. Mom doesn't like when I bark and chew. She makes me stay outside. She's grouchy, too. She's my favorite.

Puppy Love Sadie has been asking for a puppy for a very long time. She promised she would take care of it, pay for it, blah, blah. I told her that because she has school, I would be the one to take care of the dog.  So, we put her off. Then, last week, I was on facebook and saw that my long-time friend had one puppy left.  Getting another dog was not something we'd been considering, but one look at his cute face and I sort of fell in love. I showed his picture to Sadie, and she joined me in my adoration.  So, after a couple days of messaging and calls, the Handy Man and I went to Salt Lake to pick up Chandler. (Sadie's name for him.) Riding home. My kids are all smitten. Noah follows him around like a bodyguard.  If he comes up missing, I'm sure it'll be because Noah swallowed him whole. I will eat you up!  Even my husband likes him.  It's sort of hard not to.  (Unless you're the resident dog, who's been around for 8+ years. He, Pa...