Dear Sunny,

Not much been going on at my home, except mom pulled up all the soft floor stuff and put this hard stuff down, it nice to sprawl out on it when u been outside in the heat, but it is not all finished, the house is a wreck.. Mom says it will be better with my muddy feet easier to clean.. I don't care I like water and mud.. I think I'm in a growth spurt because mom feeds me 3 times a day and I'm still hungry.. Been eating out of the trash cans... Mom gets super mad and beats me with paper roll... If she can catch me.. Haha! Yes I am fast... But can you believe she beats me... My life is rough... And plus I don't think the cat likes me she makes these awful sounds when I come near her... And hits me in the face... And not sure about my bro Zane he just wants to chill all the time BORING I want to wrestle and run with him... He is a LAME.. Mom says it because he is older... WHATEVER...  We have been sleeping n moms room since the house is tore up and she says !
 she can't trust me... The nerve right?  But I make Zane sleep on the floor n moms room while I princess Jazi gets the bed... Haha!  Mom taught me how to smile... And when mom says get ur toy I know she is talking about my squeaky blue bone.. Oh and my squeaky orange thing... I have lots of toys.. The louder the better.

Here's me laughing at Zane because he wants the bed.

I think I hurt his feelings.

Here's the cat that hates me...

The house is a disaster.

me smiling
 

Hope all is well with u guys stay in touch

Love,
Princess Jazi

Happy 1st Birthday Sweet Sunshine!

Sunny Turns 1!

 Oh Sunny, you have brought so much joy to our home.  You've angered your great great Uncle Jack, you've aged your poor brother Chance to where his face turned gray almost overnight, you've eaten countless shoes (*thanks for giving me a reason to buy all new shoes, btw)  You've swallowed so much tennis ball fuzz that I don't even have to pick up your shizzle anymore, as it just looks like a green ball in the grass, you've entertained the entire neighborhood with your endless barkin'...eh err...singing, to where I expect soon to be recieving hate mail and/or burning bags of shizzle on the porch.  You've eaten thousands of paper plates eliminating the need for recycling, you've jumped on so many guests, I can't even get anyone to come into the house anymore, you've knocked over so many kids with your body slams, I've had to get an umbrella policy on our homeowners just in case.  You've bitten...uh..ummm grazed your Papa's nose twice with your teeth, to where most believe he is being beaten by his wife at night, you've harrassed Chance, biting his legs and ears, riding around on his back so much, he is tired of even fighting it, yet he still defends and comes to your rescue during altercations at the dog park.  Most of all, you've awakened me every morning with a kiss and nuzzle since I met you, and I wouldn't change this past year for the WORLD!  Happy Birthday Sunshine, and many mooooorrreeeee!

Love,

Mama