Some fuzzy adorbs for your Saturday morning

Don’t thank me. Thank my Disney-character-come-to-life-dog. Madigan, stop it. Your cuteness should be illegal.

 

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend. I’ll be spending most of it trying to write this lit review for my prospectus. Maybe some house-cleaning. If I’m really good, I might even sneak away for a couple hours to see this movie. After all, it is important to support your movie-husband in all of his endeavors. Maybe I can convince real-life husband to take me.

love, elizabeth

Madigan is a Snow Puppy

Whoever was dreaming of a white Christmas was obviously not inhabiting the two and a half feet directly above the ground. Seriously. Look at my fur. I was absolutely pristine this morning. Now I am wet and cold and angry. Is this fun for you?

Off to wipe my muddy snow-paws on Mom’s pillow,

The Madster

My Hipster Husband

I can’t decide who in this picture I want to kiss more.



Kyle: If you were ever hideously ugly and grotesque...I would want to be hideously ugly and grotesque so we could be ugly and grotesque together.

Elizabeth: That's so romantic.





I’ve finally decided to actually blog about how Kyle and I met and fell in love and all of it. It’s a complicated one, I guess, and not very many people have heard the whole story. I wrote the first chapter and I’ll be posting it this coming week. I hope you’ll come back and read.

love, elizabeth

Mad for Madigan: Perspective

If you met my dog, you'd understand why she needs her own regular feature. If you’ve missed Maddy’s thoughts on communication, quality time, or making mistakes, be sure to check them out.

Dear readers:

Today I, Madigan, am pondering perspectives. The way we view the world around us is pretty important. Sometimes the distance between terrible and awesome is just a walk around the block to a nicer point of view. For instance…

“Madigan, stop barking!! You’re going to wake up the neighbors!” COULD become…

“Oh, Madigan, you are so great at expressing yourself. I am so glad I have you here to share your opinions and feelings with me.”

See? Perspective.

I’m just saying…rainy days are just days we don’t have to take baths.

I guess I’m a bowl-half-full kind of girl.

Stay excellent.

-The Madster

Mad for Madigan: The Fuzzier Side of Easter

Dear Readers,
Today I’m hosting an Easter post because Mommy is too lazy. I had a very confusing Easter, in case anyone is wondering. The ‘rents woke up at o’dark thirty to discuss the possibility of attending something called “a sunrise service.” I would just like to point out that it was raining bears and elephants outside (if you think cats and dogs don’t get along, you haven't seen bears and elephants together) and no one was going to be able to see the sun do any actual rising. Whatevs. No one asked for the dog’s opinion. Although, hilariously, Dad actually did use me as an excuse to go to the regular service. “Don’t want to leave Madigan alone too long,” he said and rolled over and went back to sleep. Thanks, Daddy-o. I’m feelin’ the love. Anyhoo, here’s the Easter wrap-up.
Mom and Dad dyed eggs. I was not involved. Translate: Scroll down to see more pictures of moi.



After the church service today and some kind of event having to do with eating (once again, I was not invited), they finally took me for a jaunt.

Also, I looked awesome thanks to my pimp Easter scarf from Aunt Zoey!
Daddy climbed on the jungle gym and was, in general, suuuuuuper lame.


Mommy wants me to post a picture of her in her Easter dress. Boooooooorrrrriiiiiiiing…


Oh, good. Me again.

So there you have it, folks. Easter was grand. Mommy walked around humming hymns all day and I got to go outside to sniff Dandelions. Life = Swell.

‘Til next time,
Mad