Royal Veto

It's MY tiara!!

It ain’t easy bein’ Queen. (Apologies to Kermit the Frog.) Mama had written up a great post for me…

Pardon me. Gretchen has informed me that first, I must wish you a very happy Thorsday. NOW I can get back to my explanation of the royal veto.

See, it’s Mango Minster time. Mama checked with Mango’s Momma to see if it was bad form for me to defend my title. (Gretch pointed out part of being a DIVA is having bad form sometimes. I don’t think that’s a compliment, but whatever.) The officials said “Why not?!” so Mama commenced with the entry.

Smart AND cute, no?

Luckily, Gretchen can read and stays on top of things like this. There are new categories this year, and while I’m sure I could have done quite well as an Adventurer, I could also have challenged as a working stiff, since being Queen is tough and I moonlight as Mama’s personal trainer…

Anyway, after Gretchen read all of the categories to me, I thought it was pretty dog-gone clear that the best show I have at defending my title is in the Cute category. After all, I’m stunning and all, but this wee one has cute all locked up, and if I may say so myself – and I have shoved Mama and Gg aside to take matters to paw – there’s nothing cuter than the two of us fur-girls snuggled up in a knot. Besides, even if someone thinks I shouldn’t win two years in a row, surely they can’t hold my title against tiny, precious Gretchen Greer… right?

So without further delay, here’s our official entry in the Too Darn Cute category.

We’ll start with one of my own puppy pictures. I’ve heard it said over and over, there’s nothing cuter than a baby basset. Mama never got a photo of me tripping over my ears, but use your imagination.

Trust me… it was CUTE.

Anyway, that’s baby me and my brother Mugsy. Don’t miss the way I’m hugging him with my tail. I luvered him a lot even though I think I mostly got on his nerves.  I think of him sometimes when Gretchen is using me as furniture.  I can’t even pretend I wonder where she got that idea…

Then, there’s me and the baby, as we still sometimes call Gretchen Greer. Everybody say “Awwwwwhhhhh”.

Do your teeth hurt yet?  (Mama’s teeth hurt if something’s too sweet.)  Baby Gretch looks like a stuffy, no?

That’s Mama’s all-time favorite snuggly-girl photo.  It was her wallpaper on her Blackberry.  Gretchen says to tell you we snuggle like that just about every single day of our lives.

No, we aren’t related by blood.  I’m a Basset Hound you see.  I was registered as a lemon and white, but I darkened up as grew up, and Gretchen and I still look like a matched pair, even though she’s all Jack Russell Terrier.

This entry could last forever… in part because we really do have a lock on this cute thing.  Mama gets a big kick out of dressing us up.  I like crowns.  Gretchen likes frocks.  Call it what you like, but it adds up to cute… right?

And part of my charm is that I really don’t pay any mind to Gretchen when she leans on me, stands on me, etc.  In return, she tries not to look really grossed out when I accidentally wipe my mouth on  her.  (Wink, wink, nudge, nudge?)

We think we’re the cutest when we’re lovin’ on our peeps.  This is shot from Christmas Eve.  Mama wanted to show off our pretty scarves, but we thought she needed Christmas kisses!

What’s cuter than puppy love?!  We’re big on love.  Who doesn’t love love?

Oops!  We thought we were done, but Dadaw says no cute entry is complete without us in clothes.

Photo by Anita

What’s cuter than us stomping around in our tutus?!

Good luck to everybody else.  (Gretchen made me say that.)

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