What with all the house buying and what not this weekend, the Zappturday post never happened. So to make it up to you, Zapp decided to pose for possibly the best picture she’s ever been in.
May I present Gangsta Zapp, The Master of Gangsta Rapp:
I’m sure this made it all worth the wait.
(This picture taken with Ross’s new iPhone or, as I like to call it, The Widowmaker.)
Zapp loves to stick her nose into or on anything and everything she sees. Consequently, when I try to take a picture of her, I usually get three or four shots like the one above before I’m able to truly capture her beauty.
Here’s Zapp showing off her leggy nature. In fact, Zapp is probably about 3 inches taller than Shooter, but weighs slightly less than him. I wonder if when he looks at her, he feels the same as I do when I look at Heidi Klum.
As time goes on, Shooter gets more tolerant of our girl snuggling him. Maybe because her growing “maturity” keeps her from wiggling and peeing everywhere when he walks into the room.
Friday: Home after a long week to see my husband who I had barely seen for seven days. Went to the grocery store to pick up fixings for our first semi-healthy, home-cooked meal in a very long time. Took a quick nap while Ross cooked. Up to eat and watch a few episodes of The Dog Whisperer. Went upstairs to lounge. Ross watched the Office on his laptop while I watched Little Women On Demand. Learned that tired pregnant ladies should not watched Little Women. To bed.
Saturday: Up to putter. Went to the gym for the first time in a while. Home to frantically shower and clean before another non-sale-producing showing. Met up with Ross’s parents for lunch. Got ice cream. Passed along a lovely baby hand-me-down to them for storage in their attic. Home to nap. Went to Mary Angela’s to pick up some fresh dough to make our own pizzas (for $2.50! Great deal!). Stopped by Ellwood Thompson’s to get ingredients. Home to fix the pizza. Watched Hot Fuzz while eating. To bed to read and go to sleep.
Sunday: Up to let the dogs out. Ate breakfast. Proceeded to freak out about the house. Went to lunch at Joe’s with some friends. Church. Fabulous dinner and hangouts with new friends. Reading and off to bed soon.
Two bigs things tomorrow: a very interested party is coming to look at the house AND it’s our 20 week ultrasound! Think good thoughts all around!
Once again, we see that our girl Zapp will tolerate anything that means human contact. Even Ross’s hairy monkey feet.
Once Zapp has stopped bouncing off of every surface of the house, we usually find her here, curled up on my side of the bed. This time the remote happened to be in her spot, so it just *looks* like she’s relaxing and enjoying her stories.
This one is for my mother-in-law with whom I currently in the mountains enjoying a long weekend. But still…
Sometimes I think she thinks that our dogs (especially Zapp) never stop moving. Here’s proof! And really, after the first five minutes of absolute insanity that takes places as they say hello to you, this is all they do with the rest of their day.
She will stay completely still during a cuddling session like this, for fear that any movement will mean it’s time for the snugs to end.
Please note that as this was happening, Shooter was curled up in a tiny ball on the foot of the bed, probably grumbling about gas prices or something.
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