Frustration

Dear Hank and Kimber,

We have only been here a month, but it really feels like I have swept this floor more often than I have over the past year at the last place. Each time I sweep is an exercise in futility, for 5 minutes later you both come barreling down the stairs dropping excessive amounts of fluff as you howl at some imaginary sound outside. This does not make me happy. Please stop shedding. Forever.

Love,

Mother

Johnny, Get Your Gun

Apparently my last post inspired some people *cough* *cough* *Victoria* to look into getting a gun before moving in. Allow me to clarify. We do not live in the ghetto. Our neighborhood is quite nice and not one of our neighbors have fallen victim to violent crime. We have two large dogs, an alarm system, and two guns. This is mostly because we are from Texas. Texans like guns. And dogs. And protecting our things. We rarely employ the use of said protective items, but we have them because we can. Also the dogs are really cute when they're not breaking into the trash to steal bits of brisket (looking at you, pig-dog).

I was merely trying to be funny. Epic Fail.