jewel, jewel, jewel, jewel

this once waif-like prima donna has turned into a portly, pugilistic lunatic. in the days when we used to exhibit at tradeshows jewel was our booth dog – everyone loved her and thought she was beautiful, which she was. not that her looks have gone anywhere…they are just now buried beneath dirt and insanity. i don’t think we could take her to a tradeshow now – she would definitely embarrass us. she used to spend her days barking from her perch on the couch, rarely moving. my how times have changed…she now whiles away the hours running after and tackling everyone, although her favorite targets are fletcher & watson. after the tackle, she likes to lay on top of them – if you listen closely, you can hear them whispering “uncle.”