Pippen

Amanda's sister and husband and mom were here for a few days. They brought, Pippen, a mini-doberman.

I don't think it's very cut. And it behaves like it ate a pound of espresso beans.

However, Pippen was playing on Amanda's new rug this morning, and I though the colors complimented her well. I'm going to miss Pippen, a lot, as she's the greatest dog ever. (I just found out that A's sister reads this blog.)

They left about an hour ago and the first thing I do is take my pants off. I seriously think better when I work in my underwear. I don't know why.