Happy Anniversary!

Yesterday was our second wedding anniversary and we celebrated with dinner and dessert. I ordered a 6" round cake just like the top of our wedding cake. It was quite tasty and we enjoyed it again tonight after dinner.

What, you might ask, does this have to do with Willie?!?! I shared some of the frosting with Willie and he enjoyed it too. Brandon thought it would be entertaining if we put some of the frosting on Willie's nose to see what he would do.

He never really figured out that the frosting was on his nose, he just kept smelling around for quite some time. Every once in a while he would lick his nose and get a little hint of the flavor then go to sniffing around again. After a few minutes, I couldn't take it anymore and had to wipe it off so he could enjoy it.

What Willie Does Best

I am asked on a regular basis how Willie is doing and I repeatedly answer that Willie is doing fine. This video was taken last year so it isn't that current but I tell you this is what Willie does best. He absolutely loves to be petted and Brandon will pet him for hours on end. This video shows what a typical afternoon is like for Willie...just laying in Brandon's lap while he pets him. Must be the life?!?!

I'm a bad mom...

I'm a bad mom because I don't pay enough attention to Willie. Oh P.S. and I'm lazy. Yesterday Willie was begging to go outside but for various reasons I was hoping Brandon would take him out, mostly because I didn't feel like getting up. Of course, I didn't tell Brandon that I wanted him to take him out. I was hoping he would catch the telepathic signals I was sending to him. So we are watching TV and Brandon gets up to "go to the grass" himself and I say, "Hey, while you're up, would you take Willie out" to which he replies "I will after I pee." Willie is so excited by the activity he immediately gets up and runs to the door to which I respond by just sitting there because I know Brandon will take him out when he gets back. Unfortunately Willie was not having that, so he jumped right up on the couch and hiked his leg. I wish I was kidding but I'm not. He just jumped right up there and peed like a big "FU for not taking me out when I've been begging", hence the bad mom complex. Luckily there was a blanket on the couch which he actually peed on and I was just able to throw that in the wash. I tell you I felt so guilty for not taking him out, I couldn't even fuss at him for peeing on the couch!!!