Oh, Irish Love!!!!
I REALLY, REALLY love me little boy!
Although he can be such a brat.
He is me son and me love him lots.
He went to the vet yesterday for his tummy troubles.
They drew some blood from his neck,
and I have been licking it to make it feel better for him.
He sure is sweet when he's sick!
What's That Mom? Did You Say Walkie?
Even when an Irish Terrier is sick (me son),
he still must be exercised just a bit to stay
in a routine and take the, ahem, edge off.
Relaxing After Me Wog (Some walking and some jogging)
Check out Me Weight Tracker!!!
Yes, Me Know I'm A Foxy Irish Lass!
Me Son Relaxing After His Run!
Me Favorite Pastime... Must Protect Me Home!
Me Son Could Care Less...
I'll have to give him lessons
Now, look here son! This is how you keep a watch
for strangers entering the premises.
This is how me has caught your Laciegirliebeastiecakes
four times while attempting to sneak in the
house in the middle of the night! Sheeeesch... she's persistent!
Um, son, are you taking notes? Pay close attention I say!
Me son is more interested in the TELEVISION!
Ugh, these youngsters!
Anybody Home? Earth to Gillie!......
THEN, FINALLY!!! It happened! He gets it folks!
He's making me proud! Protect, Gillie, Protect!
Oh, it's me dad! Me dad is home!
Me loves me dad!
See, son, you have to watch to stay on top of the hooman action!
We can now announce that our dad is home! (That is our mom's least favorite part of this protection thing) We are VERY LOUD announcers!!!!
I'm talking breaking a piercing, gnawing, breaking
the sound barrier, in unison, IRISH, bark!