I typically spend so much time doting on my two chihuahuas, Lola and Gatsby, that our pit bull, Cici McMuffin, often takes a back seat. So when Matt suggested that I blog about our romp in the snow earlier today, I thought it would be nice to draft a photo-essay in her honor. Cici is far too interesting to go unnoticed 🙂
It’s not often that Cici Cow can get away from her managerial position at the local creamery, in addition to her running Cici’s Pizzeria. Matt offers some distraction from those sloppy teenagers Cici just hired to grate the cheese and frost the brownies at the pizza shop–one of them ordered goat cheese, which we all know is far too fancy for Cici’s Pizza 😛
Miss Bovine had a lovely time eating fresh snow and hopping through the yard with her deflated basketball.
Cici was very angry after Matt suggested that cow tails do not, in fact, make a good snack.
I do believe Cici is the fastest moo cow in the county–I checked. Her hooves make a nice, fluffy crunch when they dig into the snow.
Cici smells of brown sugar and honey, sometimes powdered donuts and caramel bundt cake fresh from the oven. She’s the stuff of dreams.
Cici recently ate a stick of butter that was sitting on the counter. She’s not sorry.
If Cici were a vegetable or mineral, she’d be the soil in a flower bed, and all the posies and poppies (I mean poopies) would nap on top of her and breathe in her dusty, mocha truffle cow scent.
Cici’s heart is made of dynamite, which is why her love is so explosive.
Cici is the perfect poem I never wrote. She’s happiness that only comes in dreams. She’s a symphony of joy. She’s love…pure love (Simply Irresistible).
Puckered Puppy Lip Kisses,