Dogbreath Takin' A Ride

I've got some pretty kooky people in my family, but this guy is one of the best.
He has had many, many misadventures.
THIS was one, and so was THIS, THIS,and THIS.
I have to say that I love his enthusiasm. Just mention one or two words, and he is jumping up and down.

TREAT!
WALK!
RIDE! (this one makes him jump in circles)

He went on a ride with me this morning to bring the girls to school. He kept his head out the window for the entire 24 mile ride. That's just skills, right there. Cheeks floppin' in the breeze, barking at the cars that he deems too close while keeping his balance. Not easy with me driving.
He's an incorrigible flirt. He does the head nod and says "hey bebe" to all the dogs he sees.
He barks out threats to the cats, and has to be held back from jumping out the window after them. "Yeah, Creampuff? You lookin' at me? You're mine, Esse."
He snaps up and eats the bugs that fly up to his window.
He's definitely kooky.
I think he's becoming one of my favorite people.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

This morning my husband snickered as he kissed me goodbye.
It was around 4:30, and I was mostly sleeping... but I heard it never the less.
I didn't think much of it because I was more interested in getting back to sleep.

Oh mercy.

When I finally did get up and out of bed I figured out what was so funny...
I looked like I had been channeling Aretha Franklin. I had BIG hair. Big, crazy hair.
I went to bed with wet hair, which is such a no-no... I have hair that likes to curl, and things were looking a bit gnarly.
A bit of advice for us girls with the natural curl?

NEVER, NEVER GO TO BED WITH WET HAIR. EVER.

It took two shampoos and 10 minutes of deep conditioning to get that mess sorted out.
I have her song R-E-S-P-E-C-T stuck in my brain. Serves me right for being that bad to my head.