Bijou the Reject

My friend Kevin has been photoshopping again, the evil dastardly fellow that he is. He isn't impressed with my little dog and doesn't pass up an opportunity to remind me of it:



At least Bijou doesn't care. In fact, if he showed up on the doorstep, she'd probably greet him ecstatically. That's how she greets pretty much anybody. Okay, so she's not much of a guard dog, but I think I'd rather she be sweet than protective.

Besides, I'm guard-dog enough for this house. Rick once told me, not too long after we married, that if anyone ever broke into the house while we were home, he was siccing his wife on them. Rrowr!