At any rate, I have no more to say, so here are some pictures of my little brother who, due to an all too frequent error was later discovered to be my little sister and then, by a decision far more arbitrary than a DNA test, was determined to be my daughter. So without further ado, I present my first child: Macarena, the cutest little Snauzer you've ever seen. (Or at least the cutest little dog of a breed that in Spanish sounds exactly like Snauzer).
Luckily, she was still on this pseudo marble floor when, three minutes after this photo, she had to relieve herself.
Macarena with her tía, Rosita.
Oh dear, she's found Michael's shoes ... and she likes the smell!
Yikes, she's found the source!
Attaaaaaack!
It's never been so much fun to have your chin eaten.
5 comments:
i am so in love with maca, you should bring her back home.
Yay cuteness! But, uh, you know...what's the backstory on this?
Roshni: Actually, they've been asking me teasingly how I'm going to take my daughter home with me. But I'm not sure she's interested in traveling to Chile first.
Zoe: A friend of Rosita, my Mexican sister, gave her Macarena after her own dog had puppies. Thus Macarena appeared one day, since Rosita figured cuteness was better than any argument she could muster to convince her mom to allow a dog in the house.
Ah, what a cutie. She looks a little like Rosa when she was a wee puppy. No wonder she connected with you. And now we know why dogs like you - it's all about the distinctive foot odor that you have.
Dad: I'd been recalling early photos of Rosa when looking at Macarena, even though her hair is less curly. On the other hand, it seems she's destined to remain that size.
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