I'm not too sure what this Middle Child thing is that Mom has. I've never seen her. But she calls on the little box that Mom talks into, and while they're talking, I hear Mom laugh and laugh and laugh.
Anyway, now that I have my own regular blog post, Mom asked me to do something special for the very first Franklin (that's me) Friday (that's what day it is).
Mom says Middle Child is nominated for something because she's a mom and because she started a business and because she writes books. So Mom and me would like it a whole bunch if every buddy would go to
Voiceboks--The Crazy Life of a Writing Mom
and click on the little thumbs up to vote for Middle Child. Oh, Mom says Middle Child is named Elisa and her blog is The Crazy Life of a Writing Mom. Mom says she's voted twice and it worked both times.
Mom says this is Middle Child and her hubsand.
She's so pretty I knda wish I could do that thing that doggies do sometimes
to a person's leg. Not that I would really do that. Not me.
I know that if Mom loves Middle Child, then us dogs love her, too.
I think next Friday I'm gonna tell you some stories about Faulkner. He was the Original Dog. I never got to meet him because he went to Heaven before I came here to live. But Mom says I'm here because of Faulkner. He was the gateway dog. I think that means he went through a gate, but Mom says it's like pot being called the gateway drug.
Is she talking about Mr. Pot? His first name is Coffey. Mom says Mr. Pot is a republican, but we love him anyway. I dunno what that means, but Mom says some people call us damnacrats.
I love you! I love you! I'm sending you kisses through the thing with light inside it!
|This is my brother, Scout.|
Mom says that sometimes he doesn't play well with others.
I think that means he watches Harper and me play and he barks at us to settle down.
Scout should just shuddup sometimes.
Franklin the Bordernese