dual personalities

Well, I don’t have any stories about bears. Sigh. But for the past few evenings, my mother and I have watched Murder She Wrote to pass the time. That show is truly something else. I think my mother and I need to start a podcast that is just our witty banter as we watch Murder She Wrote. Mystery Science Theater-style. It could be called Only Murderers on Murder She Wrote. Cinda Canning would totally be on board.

Naturally, I’ve put too much thought into this. In addition to witty banter, there would be drinking game rules. Listeners would need to drink every time characters exchanged eye movements in lieu of dialogue. A drink would be taken every time the police are incompetent boobs. And a drink for every time my mother, the human IMDB, relays what movie, or tv/broadway show the guest star is known for.

I’m telling you, we could really go viral.

In other news, Mr. Smith is finally old enough to get a rabies shot, which he did this evening. He can now enter society. On Saturday, while it was a balmy 45 degrees and sunny, we practiced taking a walk on the sidewalk. I am not kidding when I say we had gone TWO FEET when a car stopped next us, rolled down the window and a passenger yelled, “Your dog is so cute!!!” He is, but I had to laugh.

At the vet, they use cheese whiz to distract puppies while they get their shots. Here is Mr. Smith sporting quite the cheese whiz beard.

Also, you might think this is an endless loop, but really it is what it is like trying to watch TV with Mr. Smith. He is interested only in your socks. And that Kleenex you’ve got tucked under the blanket.

He’s getting so big! There’s lot of energy packed into that little 7.4 lb dynamo.