It’s National Mutt Day

I’ve already texted my mother and wished a great day for her dogs, except for Max, so that they know how special they are to us.  Those two mutts are the apple of our eyes. Starting tomorrow we’ll remember a barely haired eight pound pure bred Yorkie called Max. The name sounds larger than his tiny body. He’s adorable, but today we must show our Silver and Campi how beautiful they also are inside and out. Don’t feel bad for him! Max will not be upset or feel left out, because he rarely cares about anyone else but himself. He’s got that pure bred privilege going on.  Chances are that he’ll spend the day hiding under my mother’s bed because of the rain and thunder – reference to you, Hurricane Isaias – and will not even hear the festivities for Silver and Campi. So we all win in a way!