Our Furry Valentine

Some people dream of the perfect valentine as a romantic dinner, some girls dream of flowers and candy......but not us. For us, our Valentine was one of the furry variety. We've taken in a foxy friend for poor Hogan. Why poor Hogan you ask? Poor Hogan had a lucky trip to the veteranarian to have his uh, marbles taken out of the bag. Then the poor guy had to be kept pretty well sedentary for 7 days in the laundry while healing. Luckily Hogan and his Honey are now happy to play in the backyard together. They're getting along well and Honey is blending right in to the family.

She has quite a bit of energy, runs around the backyard like a blue streak with Hogan behind her wondering what she's doing. She has great manners around Matthew and never knocks him over (Hogan, take note). She's even adapted to going out for a run with me at 5:00 a.m......boy do I like the fact that she's a morning person! Hogan's liking the company and is just a big teddy bear...when he's sleeping.

The best news is that we almost have the house evened out....battle of the sexes it is!