A little angel from heaven has descendeth to join me here on a planet earth. She has big ears and sharp little teeth. Her wrinkles are filled with love and cream.
After serious hours in the boardroom, talking to every other person I know, the judge has decided what this little nip nip will be christened as. Some of the main contenders were:
No one, including pet store owners, veterinarians, or the neighborhood hair dresser tells you the difficulties of pupping rearing. So far the most consuming challenge has been naming the baby. So here it is-
Miss Twinkie Jackson
My main premise, throughout the naming process, has been that I need to have a mixed tape of songs that I could sing my little darling. Now I am able to sing Outkast’s “I’m sorry Miss Jackson” and “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”. Nick names are frothing out of the mixing bowl. Tiddly Twinks, Twinkieberry Finn, etc.