Mommy’s ‘puter

Hi my name is Scooter, Mommy calls me Scootie Scoo I’m 7 months old. Right now Mommy thinks we are taking a nap, but we sneaked into the office. My big sister Gizzie is 7-years-old and we are want to know what Mommy does all day on this ‘puter thing. (Gizmo here: I know that Mommy works for a software company and adds to our household income. This apparently is beyond the little one’s comprehension at the moment. As if dog food grows on trees. Honestly!!!) Gizzie has to type a’cause she’s bigger. Mommy types and talks to people on the phone all day and she blogs too. So, Gizzie and me wanna blog too. (Me again: Really the little one wants to blog, because Mommy is writing a children’s book about him. Like he’s something special, but I don’t care, because I decided to write my own books about what it is like to have an annoying little brother. I really don’t know what Mommy and Daddy see in him. All that “look at me, look at me, I’m a baby puppy” stuff gets really old.)

Right now daddy is not home. Gizzie says he is in Color-ado. That is one of those state thingys. Moneys tight and people don’t buy houses as fast as they did before, so Daddy is working with Uncle Lane for two weeks. (Yeah, yeah, money is tight, Mommy and Daddy are a little stressed about it, but I know we’re safe so-long-as Mommy still has all those purses and shoes.) Gizzie and me miss him unches and bunches and he’s only been gone for like phree days. Two weeks is a long time when you’re just a baby puppy. And I just want my daddy to come home, but we still have Mommy here.

We’re making a spuprize for daddy……shhhhhhhh! Mommy’s making an Ohio State room. (We’re Georgia Bulldog fans, but we let Daddy think we like his team.) Gizzie and I are helping tooooo. We follow Mommy wherever she goes and we sniff all the new stuff. And we talked to daddy everyday and send him snisses (Gizmo note: What Scooter is trying to say is that we send Daddy sniff kisses over the phone. Mommy let’s Scooter call them snisses and I really don’t now why she gives into his baby talk. But, whatev’)

Ooops, Mommy is calling us. Its passed our bedtime. Bye bye.