The Ziggle Dilemma.

"Dogs never bite me.  Just humans."
-Marilyn Monroe

Remember in the last post how I briefly mentioned Ziggy's absolutely ridiculous haircut?  Well, here is proof.  Tangible evidence of the husband's lack of grooming skills.  Clearly, poor Mr.Ziggles doesn't know what to think.  Good thing we don't have any life sized mirrors down stairs and my bebe doesn't have to see his own reflection.  The husband, the poor husband, he thought he was helping the Ziggles?  He constantly goes on and on about how it is so much better for the hair not to be in his eyes.  But, dude, that is his thing.  Like a pirate with his eye patch.  Like the Biebs with his own slick do.  And, this picture above.  Don't you just feel so broken hearted for the travesty that is his new do?  Let me tell you.  For a ball of fluff that thoroughly enjoys being the center of attention, this doggy hates pictures.  It took me ten minutes and about 20 something different photo capturing attempts to FINALLY nail this gem.  As soon as Ziggy Marley takes one quick glance at a camera or an i-phone he goes into an instant frenzy.  "No pictures, please."  "Take that thing out of my face, you, you, human."  For the outsider, watching, it is all quite entertaining.  I have a dozen photos of Ziggy's tush, his licorice colored nose and beady eyes.  Because, whenever I feel like I am about to take a good one he jumps, moves, turns around.  He has no regards for my photographic abilities, or the potential that lies in the artistic shots that may come of his cute little face.  None.  Selfish, that is exactly what the Ziggles is.  Must take after someone in this family.  And, not this someone, if you know what I mean.  And then he looks at you with this face, like the one below.  And, even though he's eaten more pairs of shoes than you'd like to remember, even though he barks incessantly at nothing while he stares out the window, even though he pukes on your spankin' new rug and pees underneath the dining room table, well, you just can't help but love him.  Squeeze and hold him close as you dance around the living room, love him.  Because who else runs to you and sits on the bathroom rug while you use the restroom?  Nobody, that is who, nobody.  Except for Ziggy.  He's a good one that ball of fluff.  Stinky breath and all.  So, Ziggles, we will ride this wave of funky hair style together.  Just you and I, and maybe, maybe, we'll laugh about it someday, or maybe today, lets laugh today, because, honestly, you look funny, and by funny I mean funny looking.

xoxo