Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Poor little Old me




That is poor me. Panting. Recovering. Post -trauma even! But this time... this time, I have proof.

"Saint Wendy" aka "JAWS" had me in her grip. You know... the kind of horse play that stops the heart of two leggeds. It was convenient for me to let The Wendy pin me. How else was I going to get this picture taken? This picture will be good for months of payoffs... little old me being
devoured by Saint Wendy... HA! Just wait and see how many snuggles and belly rubs this will be good for.

Me- the victim on the bottom
The Wendy on top...

ouch... momma ouch... [ Is she buying it yet?]

victim 'vie

4 comments:

Mommy, I'm Home said...

Oh, that was a vicious "attack," 'vie. I'd say it's worthy of an Academy Award....

silvieon4 said...

Thank you, thank you, thank you. Wait. I think it is supposed to go like this: "You like me, you really like me!"

Marshmallow said...

Ricotta "chews" on me all the time, but I didn't know I could use that to get stuff! Thanks for the great idea. "ouch...I think a chewie and a belly rub would make me feel better!" How's that?

silvieon4 said...

Don't forget the eyes... The pitiful look, and the tail...at half mast. Look dazed if you have to. It works!