Fur Baby.

If you haven't been properly introduced, let me do the honors.  This is Mr.Ziggy Marley.  Cute, isn't he?  Yes, cute he is.  There are no words to describe the amount of adorable that exudes off this fluffy ball of fur.  NO WORDS!  Now, what you do not understand about this black nosed ball of cuddles, is that he is absolutely impossible.  Perhaps, he is too spoiled.  Too clingy.  Too attention hungry.  This can be the only explanation.  Ziggy does what he wants, when he wants.  It's as though he is stuck in the "terrible twos" for life.  Apparently, for the last three years he has forgotten the meaning of "No".  No, means yes.  Yes, means, "Of course, duh".  It is a sight to be seen, trust.  And, lately, the Ziggles has taken to using our rug as a potty.  He knows it's naughty.  He knows, because when I look for him, he is nowhere to be found.  The moment he is found?  His little ears go low and he gives me the "puss in boots" eyes.  Ugh.  Not fair, Ziggy, not fair.  Honestly, I am a tad bit lost as to what to do.  How can I discipline him when I always catch him after-the-fact?  So, I scream, mostly to myself.  I pout, I stomp, and then I go on loving him.  What can I do?  This momma is a sucker for that wet nose.

xoxo

(And here are pictures of baby Ziggles.  Isn't he cute?)

(I told you, so, so cute)