If you have little furry balls of fun, you’ll know what I’m talking about. If not, we’ll then I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of what you’re about to see….and just how much I really am loved.

I actually have two fur balls now, the third fur ball is what my Mom tried to replace her kids with when we all left home a few years ago. Poor Joey, he goes every where my Mom does and stays with me only on occasion & when I don’t feel like pulling out my hair of his odd ball antics. He loves to wreck my house when he’s left with me, although I think that’s partially due to the fact that he has some of the worst separation anxiety I’ve ever seen.

Sure they’re all a handful, but I wouldn’t trade for a second. Sure they can be needy. But at the end of the day, I get 2 cuddle buddies & something to come home to when I get out of school.













