The Lovely Foxanne

I have high and lofty aspirations of all the things I hope

to write a post on one of these days -

not the least of which is the fact that I still haven't

posted any photos of our finished house...

But on a chilly night like this one,

I'm only up to posting the very silly (and petty) tale

of the lovely Foxanne.

She arrived just yesterday...seems like she's been here

forever already though; much as we've seen her...

I can already hear mom telling me that I've posted

five of the exact same photos...

But they aren't at all the same to me.

Oh great; Kate's taking pictures of me again.

This is Spencer (you knew that),

and in the foreground is the little toy fox that

he received yesterday.

Mom recalled that it's been some time since our poor Spence

has had a toy of his own (there are reasons...he eats them.)

But since he is in fact older, and maybe more mature,

she brought the fox home (perfect for a fox terrier - no?)

and the rest is history.

(Well, 24 hours worth.)

Whoa. Would you look at all that crazy stuff going on right behind Kate's back?!

Trying to distract me... He's a smart little guy.

He as a matter of fact hasn't ripped her little

squeaky 'heart' out yet;

and thankfully doesn't seem to plan to.

He's actually kind of nice to her,

and carries her around everywhere,

and is forever trying to show her to us -

and stick the wet soggy thing into our hands...

Okay Joe, just make her stop.

So, I christened her Foxanne,

(soley because it makes me laugh, which seems

to be good logic for lots of things)

and all we have to do is ask Spence where

Foxanne is, and he's running off to fetch her;

not that we really care to see her anymore...

it's just too cute to see how smart he is,

and the fact that she's still in one piece;

well that's nice too.

Sigh.

She's fairing much better than Adolf did.

Adolf was his big plastic rat.

Adolf looked like a real rat from most angles -

and Spencer had an uncanny way of leaving him places.

We eventually became rather immune to him,

while most of our guests did not...

I took to calling him Adolf after Spencer ate off

all four of his limbs...

Uh, yes, Ate Off... (say that five times fast); thus the name.

I found it humorous.

Let's hope Foxanne's story has a better ending.

Yep Kate, I see you, and I really do love you too.

Camera and all.