Nina's Kids

Nina, my adorable Tuesday night coworker in X-ray, is a fellow dog freak. Hey, don't look at me like that--I mean that with the greatest affection and respect. After all, there are three kinds of people in the world:

1. Dog people.


2. Non-dog people.


3. Dog freaks.

We belong to the last group. One of the nice people from an email loop of dog freaks sent out this link to an absurdly sweet dog commercial. Yeah. We're freaks. But how cute is that????

Anyway. Nina worked with me last night and was delighting me with pictures of the kids. The conversation went something like this:

Nina: And here's one of Mr. Bean.
Me: Ooo! Send me that one!
Nina: And here's Annie, after chasing the ball.
Me: Ooo! Send me that one!
Nina: And here's one of Jazz, digging.
Me: Ooo! Send me that one!

I think you see how it progressed. Because of things involving networks and coverage of smart phones that make absolutely zero sense to me, the pictures arrived this morning. Out of the three million pictures Nina so obligingly forwarded to me, only four were upright pictures. Gah! I know there's a way to fix that, but I can't seem to manage it.

My friend Matt, a computer geek, calls me a Mennonite because of my lack of e-ability. I resent it. I'm not that flashy a dresser. But this isn't my point. My point is, Nina's furry children are freaking adorable. Okay, they're not all hers; a big chunk of her family lives close together so all the babies in the family get to play together.

Yeah. Ridiculously cute. And speaking of...these furry people are Annie and Mr. Bean.I imagine Mr. Bean has no idea where Annie's hiding that ball. Poor Mr. Bean. Sweet boy. Not too bright, but sweet.

Here's the baby, GusGus, with Annie and Mr. Bean. I know. I know! I made the same noises.

Did I mention that Nina's mom has horses and ponies, too? It's a regular dog-and-pony show there.

Evidently, the pony goes into the house to Skype with relatives in Denmark. Seriously. You can't make this stuff up. I assume someone types for the pony. Otherwise, that'd be a huuuuuuuuge keyboard.

And don't you just love babies snuggled up together? Oh. So tired. It's hard to be a baby and play and play and play. Sometimes, you just need to snuggle with a best friend and take a nap.

I know.