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How awesome is it that my best friend’s son is my son’s best friend??  

We spent the morning at the Boyd residence with Lizard, Kemper, and Carson, and I couldn’t help but have that overwhelmed moment as I looked around the room at the four awesome kiddos that were screaming and running and raising general chaos.  And there, responsible for all of this explosion of children sat Liz and I, who raised plenty of chaos in our day….probably more than we are willing to admit. (and definitely more than most people know!)  Ten years ago, I didn’t dare dream that we would still be hanging out like this, surrounded by our very own offspring.  

I dig it.  I really dig it.    

Parker and Kemper…always a giggle fest

And Carson, the third muskateer-in-training!

No, I am not talking about the traditional English steamed suet pudding containing dried fruit.  I really, really wish that I was.  I apologize for the crass title, but seriously, how could I possibly resist?  I am also painfully aware of the fact that this is the second post in the very short history of this blog to be focused on the manly bits of my dog…but hey, it is what it is.

As I began petting little man Arnie this morning, he promptly rolled over in delirious hopes of a belly rub.  That’s when I noticed (e-gad!!) the four or five spots that have appeared, seemingly overnight, across his tinkle-zone!  What on EARTH?  

Any ideas?  Some sort of doggy STD?  Hound Herpes?  Canine Chlamydia?  I never did have “the talk” with him…what kind of mother am I??  

I am soooooo not looking forward to this call to the vet’s office.