SeaHeart

I never call Link "Link" unless he's doing something naughty. He's always Shwinky, Shwinkums or Sir Shwinkerdon.

I never call Poesy "Poesy" unless she's doing something incorrigible. She's always Suppose, Poes-a or Poes-poes-poes.

I never call Pan "Pan" unless he's making romantic overtones to his sister (XDDDD Whoops). He's always Sbob, Sbobilicious, Sbobba-ganoush, Sbobby.

I just danced through the house with Sbob, singing "What's This?!" from Nightmare Before Christmas to him. He very enthusiastically loved it, licking my chin for all he was worth. Shwink is sleeping in the entryway, dreaming happy pup dreams (his tail thumps occasionally), and Poes is blinking at me, yawning hugely, ready to sleep.

I love these pups so much it makes my heart hurt, sometimes. They mean everything to me, my fur babies, my little sweethearts, my heartbeat at my feet. <3 <3 <3

Sbobba-ganoush, Sir Shwinkerdon and Suppose, at your service~ <3

I've been sick since Wednesday, and have been miserable and have had nothing to say other than silly little things. Like: I wish I could stop sneezing. Or: I've been thinking a lot about zombies. Or: I've been DREAMING a lot about zombies. Or: why is everything hillarious when you're sick? In a sad, sad way? XD

So instead of me being miserable, I give you: BEH BEH PICTURES. Because there is nothing to cheer a person up more than a fuzzy person. :) <33333 Or, at least, I like to think so. Our behbehs, knowing how I felt, stuck with me like glue all weekend, as always~ My beautiful sweethearts~

I don't know if I've posted any of these before or if Jenn has. I iz fuzzy headed. XD

Orca wants to get dangerous. Shiva just wants treats.


( More fluff this way! )