Peppe the Maltepoo

Here are some shots of Peppe, the Maltepoo. My aunt's Maltese mix Poodle. He's more like a maltese, with a poodle's legs and he's such a boy! He's a soft silky furball of masculinity.
He does this really neat trick where you hide some treats in either one of your hands and he'll point the right one out for you. Of course... he expects his reward as well after all that precision guessing.
He seems to have a big crush on Lydia. Every time she drops by for a visit. Peppe turns into a total goofball. He's all over her, giving her kisses and expects a big cuddle.
Peppe hasn't quite taken on to me yet, but seems a little confused with me. Sometimes he'll come up to me for a cuddle, and then back away once he realizes I'm not Lydia! I can tell from the surprised expression he gives me. After giving him a few treats though, he seems to warm up a bit and is quite willing for a quick cuddle.

A long way from home.

Hello dear readers in internet-land! It's been a tiring, hectic, crazy 5 days... (Note to self; spending 5 straight days with the parents is NOT cool at all.) Spending time with Lydia sort of evens out the un-coolness of it so I'll stick it out for a few more days. I'm patient like that. Will be posting up loads of pics, been 'collecting' them at the right moments. You'll get what i mean later...

I miss Lacey. I think I'm suffering from doggie withdrawal... I need to sniff some fuzzy paws and kiss a furry muzzle. I think I'm gonna pester the hubs to get me a puppeh asap. I need my daily dose of canine cuteness, a quick jab to the vein should do the trick.

My last weekend before...

It just dawned on me that this is my last weekend before my life as I know it, makes a dramatic change. My last weekend! In my own room, my own home, with my family, my pet dog, my friends. The next week is gonna just fly by and before I know it, its time to bid adieu to my 'regular' life. A build a brand new 'regular' life. In a different country, with a different family, with a different home. I am a little apprehensive, scared shitless maybe...(just a tad bit) but I take this as the moment before you make the big jump. The moment before you push yourself forwards. That slight moment of doubt, hesitation and trepidation. But once things are set in motion, I think it'll get easier... I just hope I can muster enough strength these couple of days to just pack my things, move forward and not think too much about how my head tells me that I can't do this.

Snuggle Buddy

Guess who was caught sleeping in my freshly folded laundry...