She didn't have time to arrange them, they are just taped up for now, but I'm sure they will soon be beautifully displayed.
She got the hint and even changed her screensaver, so she sees my lovely face throughout the day. But best of all is this new picture. Take a look:
Whadayathink? 
This is Sadie's place, under a tree in our yard. I never go potty here because it is sacred ground! I like to look up at the sky and imagine how happy she is at Rainbow Bridge because now she is able to run and jump and dance around!
I've been told that Sadie will always be remembered for her gentleness. Motch called her Sadie Love because that's what she was, just a big bundle of love. Sometimes she accidently calls me Sadie, and I don't mind but I don't have her disposition! In Sadie's 13 years, she never snapped or growled at anyone. Fig put her to the test when she arrived in our family, because she wanted to be the boss and terrorized Sadie, but Sadie was patient and endured her visits. And eventually, they even became buddies! 
Leah was especially close to Sadie, and Sadie taught her many things about life and death. I can see why Sadie loved Leah so much because Leah is just easy to love! If you're listening to me Sadie, I want you to know that I'm taking good care of Leah. 
It was a box with my name on it! 
Don't I look beautiful in my new sweater? I also got crunch maro-o snacks, goof ball chicken and rawhide chews, quackers DUCK and run and romp PIG. These things are the BEST! I was so excited, I didn't know what to play with first, but I went for the goof ball.
AND if I had gone, perhaps they would have won the game. But oh well...
Those two always miss Hannah, though, and they eventually found their way to the window to watch for her to come back. And while they were doing that, I got out the camera and took some fabulous pictures of me because I'm taking your advice. I'm getting them developed at Walgreens, slipping them into Motch's bag so that she can have more pictures of ME, Sweet P. She'll be so surprised when she goes to work tomorrow and finds them. Thanks for the suggestion, friends!
Yes, I was having a down-in-the-dumps, upside-down-smile kind of day so that's why this award from The Puppies meant so much to me.
Thanks, guys! I was feeling out of sorts because Motch goes to work each day at a university. That's not problem, that's okay.
She sits at this desk and helps students with things like making changes to their class schedules. Again, fine with me. It's nice to help students solve their problems.
This is what troubles me. Behind her desk is this group of pictures. Do you notice something missing? Something important? SomeONE important? Someone named Petra Pot Pie who is a Pretty Photogenic Pup? I do believe I see only one picture of me...and how many are there of Fig and Tad? Huh? 
I'm just not happy about this. 
So what possessed me to rip it from the chair, throw it around the room and destuff it? That's what Motch wanted to know.
BECAUSE I COULD! That's why!
This is something that remains the same: Sunday afternoon naps with my dad. His snoring has a way of lulling me to sleep. It always has and probably always will! And here is something that has changed. At one time, Tad could jump on the bed to get away from me, and I was too short to follow him.
I'd have to wait until he decided to come down before we could play. But not anymore! Motch had mercy and found a great big step-stool-type-of-thing that helps me get on and off the bed. So in spite of my size, I can keep up with Tad now, and life is so much better!
It's time to plan my strategy for weekend fun. I've learned that the more often I go potty outside, the more treats I get. The longer I stand by Motch's side when she's fixing food in the kitchen, the more food seems to drop on the floor. The louder and longer I whine, the more attention I get. 
I need to give this more thought, and I seem to think best when I'm napping. 
Here is a picture of me and my grandma, but can you see what I'm holding? It's Mr. Beetle, one of my first toys, and I loved him tenderly and true.
He was often with me when I napped. Mr. Beetle and I were close. I even had a blue collar to match his blue skin. As time passed, I shared Mr. Beetle with Fig and Tad ~~ we tugged and pulled and pranced and danced with him.
Eight months of loving took its toll on Mr. Beetle, but I still hold the remnant of him close to my heart.
On a lighter note, I'd like to thank Girl Girl Hampster for this award! 
Of more interest is the side of the cold box on which hangs a calendar and pictures of special places and people and dogs and things.
This is the best: the inside! See those cheese swirls? They're my favorite. When the cold box door opens, I sit beside it and wait. Yes, I said "SIT" because I'm learning that if I don't sit, I don't get any cheese. Silly Motch is trying to teach me manners.
After we ate our frosty paws (yum, the thought of them sends shivers up my spine),Fig and Tad gave me a package. In it was a felt ball and I love to chew it.
It was hard to focus on anything else, but Hannah helped me unwrap another toy. It was a loofa dog! My very first one!
After awhile, I let Fig play, too. That only lasted for about 20 seconds because everyone was afraid that Fig would tear it up. No doubt, she would have. She has very strong teeth.
Thanks for all of the birthday wishes, friends! It's fun to be one!
This was going to be an exciting day!
The frosty paws were easier to eat out of the cups, so we dumped them out and moved to the grass to eat them. Fig took a great big bite, and then this happpened.
It was actually kind of fun watching my nails turn from white to red. Sort of patriotic, ya know? 
With my painted nails, I thought I looked a lot like Motch because her nails are painted, too. She has flowers painted on her big toes but fortunately, I got to skip that part.
Fig came over and decided to join the fun, and she didn't move a muscle till her last nail was painted. We had to sit still while the nails dried and then -- finally -- we were able to run and get some exercise. We found my bed, and started playing tuggie with it. I'm getting better at hanging on while Fig whips it around. 
When the game was over, it was pretty much the end of my bed, too.
I was on my back, all stretched out when I was awakened from my slumber by the sound of a blender. Could it be? Was Motch in the kitchen whipping up something good for me to eat?
She was! She was! She was! Guys, look! F R O S T Y P A W S ! ! ! I can't eat them yet because of two reasons. The first reason is because they have to freeze. The second reason is because we are going to eat them on the most important day of the year: MY BIRTHDAY (or barkday as Ruby says) which is on Monday! Yes, our family is having one more birthday, and we saved the best for last!
Today is the birthday of my girl Leah ! She told me all I've been doing is talking about birthdays and not to mention hers, but I am free to do as I please. It's not my fault that everybody has birthdays at the same time in our family. 
So happy birthday, Leah!
She is so special that even bugs are celebrating! Do you see them? They are flitting here and there, lighting the sky with happy thoughts of Leah.
