triforce, bitches.

When I was a little girl, I had a very hard time putting the little plastic shoes on my Barbies. The feet were inflexible, the shoes always seemed too small, and I just didn’t have the patience.

So please imagine what my life is now like, having to fit a harness around this - a living, MOVING creature:




This is Link, the new addition to mine and Tony’s life and home, and the most adorable dog on the planet. Yea, I said it. If you’re a dog owner I want you to look at your little one and say, “A mini doxie just made your cuteness level drop drastically” and lament the fact that you don’t have my dog.

Link is eight weeks old and we just picked him up Saturday from a breeder in Bloomsburg. (beavervalleydoxies.com – I HIGHLY recommend her!) He already recognized where he needs to pee and poop outside the house, where the gate is to get back in the house, and where his food and water dish is. After almost 72 hours of being with us.

Suck on that, Lassie.

He gets the hiccups, he whines something fierce when he’s in his crate, he likes to bite EVERYTHING and he is just, in general, the epitome of adorable.

Tony and I are so excited to have him and I think his mere presence has bonded us more as a couple. Tony shows a fatherly side with him that I’ve never seen before. The man that dresses all in black, barely says a word that isn’t sarcastic, and has a fixation with anything bloody and gross coos, oohs, and ahhs over this dog. He babytalks him, cuddles him, and calls me “mommy” and himself “daddy.”

Link’s cast a spell on the whole family, including myself, and much of our neighbors who pass us as we walk him outside.

Oh, and about the name? “Aww, he’s a hot dog- dog, so it’s like a sausage link!”

No way, noobz. We are more creative than that.