As most of you know, about 4 years ago I was fortunate enough to adopt the sweetest pup in all the land. Some family friends had decided they weren't quite ready for a puppy, and with a name change and a little potty training (done by my dog whisperer of a mother), he turned out to be the best dog. His name is Truman (after Capote, not the president), and he has become quite popular amongst my friends and some of my sweet Twitter followers. When we talk about him, refer to him, or narrate what we think he might be thinking about, he has a dopey little voice with a slight lisp. In fact, this voice is running rampant amongst friends of the Branson clan. In fact, when my best friend Megan and I are talking to one another, one of us may accidentally slip into the voice from time to time.
When I first got Trums, I was a single lady in a tiny apartment. Then I met William. Truman fell instantly in love with him, thus reaffirming my choice in a partner. Now Truman is no longer a bastard child.
Every night, Truman gets in bed with us. (He starts in the middle. Then he gets annoyed and moves to my feet or into the crook of my leg.) He is quite the snuggler. Last night, we caught him mid-yawn. Then, as usual, I told him what a good dog he was. And he licked my face.
Ol' Trumie-Pants Branson. What a pal.
5 comments:
TRUMS
with apologies to other friends' dogs, he's got the best hair.
TRUUUUUMZ! What Lauren says is true. The Truf about Trumz.
You're the cutest, Naurniepants. What would we do without our doglets?
(PS- Have Truman and Everettt met?)
Oh, Truman. He's the bestest. He keeps me warm when I stay at the Bransons.
Aww! He does look like the snuggliest. xo.
Trums is so cute! Our smaller dog does the same thing, where he sleeps right smack between us and migrates down to my legs :)
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