welcome to the family

She was Jazz for about 12 hours. Then she was nameless for the next 36. Whitney finally named her Belle, because she needed a princess name.

She sleeps at Whitney's feet, follows me everywhere, roams the neighborhood with Nate and runs from Steve. I also ruined her for bacon snacks forever by dropping a whole piece of cooked bacon this morning and she got it before I did. She liked it.

Mountain Man on the far right came home last Friday. Yesterday he worked his first shift at Enterprise. Good to have him home. He's easing into life back in Wichita, America.
(Funny side story, my parents and Whitney went to my mom's family reunion. I had other plans didn't want to go. They stopped at my dad's sisters house in Turon, Kansas, population 375 if you count pets. I believe between my parents we're related somehow to everyone in town. My uncle Kenny asks my dad "How's life in good ole Wichita, America?" My dad answers, "terrible. The socialists are taking over." We've laughed about this since Memorial Day). Anyway, back to mountain man, he shaved the beard and mustache and head for his interview Wednesday, so he looks nice and citified now. I'm not sure what friends he's hanging out with, room mate from Lawrence moved back the same time and lives 5 miles from us so they are still thick as thieves.

Whitney started her first job this week, sales at TJ Maxx. She is definitely by all accounts a Maxxinista. Designer tastes, discount budget. Seems to like it okay.

Had an MRI on Thursday, see the doctor this Wednesday for course of action. I'm not sure if it really hurts worse than it did or if the fact that I've finally acknowledged it allows me to be a wuss. Probably some of both. It also stays noticeably swollen, so I guess I can just own the wussification of Patsy for now.