Do you post pictures of your family online?
Do you name your family members,
or refer to them with code names?
I follow quite a number of blogs,
and I enjoy seeing what the writers look like.
I am amazed at how relaxed they are,
about appearing online in person.
Maybe it is an Irish thing?
Are we perhaps a bit more reserved,
or less proud of ourselves than other nationalities.
I have never posted a picture of myself,
unless you count that awful gravatar I have,
which I downloaded before I realized,
exactly what wordpress had in mind for it.
None of my older children would ever agree,
to appearing on my blog in person.
They are cross enough if I write about them.
The same is true for my husband,
although he is very good about my writing about him.
However never say never.
So just for once,
I will in fact post one picture of myself,
with the youngest member of my family.
She is a real poser,
and was most excited when she was told,
that despite her young years,
she can just for one day appear online.
So get ready here we are.
I would like to introduce you all to myself and Cici.
After a long battle,
waged between my husband and youngest daughter,
he eventually surrendered to buying a dog.
Last Friday we took possession,
of this little beauty.
Not exactly a mans dog!
My youngest daughter, aged 11,
had just two criteria,
1. It had to be a puppy.
2. She had to be able to carry it!
As you can see both criteria were met.
So far she is a bundle of joy.
My husband who struggles in the “love dogs” department,
is even beginning to melt.
This is helped in no short measure,
by the fact the pup thinks he is Gods gift to the world.
She proved this yesterday,
by being so happy to welcome him home,
she peed on his shoes as he petted her.
No one else has ever got such treatment!
It took a few days to name her,
but after calling her scamp,
we all decided we didn’t think she was one.
We had to have a rethink.
My brother, the helpful vet, thought,
“Pissy Missy” would be ideal.
I personally was going for
“That Poxy Pup” as she legged it with my sock again,
but in the end they settled for CiCi.
Since she arrived,
my youngest is up at the dawn.
I sometimes need to check,
if in fact the dog can walk,
as she is usually in someones arms.
I feel like one of those mothers,
who thinks their baby is exceptional.
But then again I know she is.
My eldest is yet to return from the United States,
and is expecting a more wholesome animal,
approximately 100 times larger than this one,
and preferably called Milo.
What a surprise she will get!
However just like my husband,
I am sure we can win her over.
Who wouldn’t adore her?