Hi, Every Buddy! It's me me me me me, Franklin the Bordernese. My friend Mr. Brandon, who always writes nice comments to me, had a giveaway at his blog because his first book was published. Mom and me entered, and we winned! Look: We got this bootiful jewelry, so Mom took a picture of it with Mr. Brandon's book.
Mr. Brandon is such a cool dude. He blogs at http://baxwriting.blogspot.com/2013/09/its-hereno-really-here.html. His wife made the jewelry. I think her name is Mrs. Brandon.
Oh. My bad. Mom says her name is Amanda Ax and her shop is called LaylasTrinkets. You can find it at https://www.etsy.com/shop/LaylasTrinkets. She has lots of pretty jewelry.
I wanted to wear the necklace as soon as I saw it. Here it is against by bootiful fur.
I'm disappointed that Mom won't let me get my ears pierced so I can wear the earrings that match the necklace. Mom says I don't understand that it hurts to have your ears pierced and I might pull out the earrings when I scratch my neck and ears.
I think Mom just wants to keep the earrings for herself.
Mom took some more pictures for me to share with you today. She said that her friend, Mrs. Rita at SoulComfort's Corner, had been asking to see pictures of Mom's desk. So here it is:
And here's a view from another angle:
And this is where Mom keeps her office supplies. Mom just loves to organize stuff.
I don't get it, but it makes her really happy.
Sometimes Mom and Mrs. Rita yakkety-yak on the phone and I think they'll never stop. Mom laughs a whole big bunch when she talks to Mrs. Rita. I don't understand. What's so funny?
Mom won't tell me what she and Mrs. Rita laugh about. At least we have that bootiful jewelry that me and Mom can share.
Oh. Mom says it's really her jewelry.
I don't know how Mom can be so selfish.
I'm glad I have my collar to wear and it has lots of charms on it. They make pretty noises when they bump into each other while I'm running.
Well, okay. I think that's everything I wanna tell you for today.
I love you, Every Buddy!
P.S. I still think the necklace looks prettier on my fur than it does hanging from Mom's scrawny old neck.