It has been a while I talk about poor little Precious. Our little dog is 11 years old and going strong..Well, she has a couple of lumps that we are treating with medication, which is why the new haircut. They seem to bother her so she licks, scratches and bites them, with her long hair she was just making knots of herself and was not very comfortable.

She likes the haircut, but I think she feels a little bare and at night wants to cuddle with us because she is cold. Marco and Isabella like to put sweaters on her and make sure they play with her often to keep her warm. We know we probably only have her for a couple more years and we want to take advantage of her to the fullest… although with our busy schedule, we sometime forget all about her and …Ok, don’t laugh on occasion she has pushed her food bowl all the way to our bedroom (having to lift it up over a border) so she could let us know, it was feeding time!!

Don’t worry, all your animal activists out there, she is very much loved and taken care of..

I forgot to mention that over the holidays we had a little visitor we had to take care of. His name was (and is, thank God still IS) Flappy! Our upstairs neighbors went away for the holidays and left us with their daughter’s little pet fish. Marco and Isabella were thrilled to have him!! as for me.. Well, this poor little guy lived in a round crystal jail and had to be cleaned daily!! Not much fun for me.. As if I didn’t have enough with 3 kids (Matt is considered a child now and then), one dog and now a little wet fish.

Flappy survived Bella just as nemo survived “Darla”, although she tried to “play” the straw game…(that was the game that killed our own poor little flappy.. Our little fish all of a sudden developed a little round hole which I thought was a tumor..hahahaha but later found out was a little hole from the poking with a straw!

Marco fed Flappy a little too much but at least did not play the straw game with him. The day before yesterday he was picked up by his loving family and I’m sure was glad to go..You may ask why I took a picture of him, well, for two reasons 1. in case something did happed I could take the picture to the pet store and replace him ( I know very mean, it wasn’t my idea it was another neighbors ides) and 2. I thought it would make a nice post.