Crazy Person Alert!

As I said when Enda arrived (and every time she does something bad): getting a dog was not my idea.  I was quite content with my cats and freedom.  But, I knew I would probably fall in love with the little stinker anyway because, well, that's just part of my loving, sweet, good hearted nature... ;)

However, I didn't expect that I would turn into a complete crazy person about this silly animal.  I'm turning into one of those people who refers to us as "Mom" and "Dad" when talking to Enda.  Who lets the dog get into the bed (and under the covers) once James has gone to sleep. Who actually HOLDS a 45 pound dog and includes her in family pictures!  Absolutely ridiculous.

I know what you're thinking.  'Not you, Jennie, you're so sane and rational!'.  Well, folks, it's true.  Evidence below:

Posing at Christmas....with the dog...

Crossing over the Mississippi - family photo time!

I almost used this as a Christmas card, y'all!  I have no shame!

Thanks, Missy, for capturing this sweet, weird moment with my dog
and naming it "Jenda"  

If this is not proof that we need a child - pronto - then I don't know what is.  If you ever see Enda in an outfit, please just smack me upside the head.