To SIR, with Love!

This is my special "Sir". It's Anthony Zarate, and I've had a crush on him for a long time, probably since I was nine weeks old. He graduated high school last year and went right into the Army. He's home now for a bit, then he goes to Los Alamitos for training and......if we STILL have a thing going in Iraq, he'll be "deployed" in about a year and a half.

He used to be really little. Like maybe as high up as a door knob. He'd say to his mom, my Auntie Debbie-across-the-hall, "I will NEVER grow!". Well, he's 6'2" now, and the tallest one in his whole fambly. Mom was kidding him today and said "I guess they can't call you "Peanut" anymore, huh?".

I'm not totally sure but he might be available. I'll have to check on that. Something about maybe he's not with his girlfriend, Kitty, anymore. So....um....whaddya think? Do we make a nice couple or what? Hmmmmmm????

Reminds me. I ran into a couple of ladies today who were ooooo-ing and aaaaah-ing over me. One of 'em said "My Yorkie's ears stand up!". Mom said, in my defense, that my ears stand up, too. So the lady says "My Max's ears are ALWAYS up!". Like...uh....that's supposed to mean what? My mom said that MY ears are like my mood meter, and when they're down (like here with Anthony), I'm just everly so submissive and loving and secure. And then Mom says the word "CHICKEN", and my ears just pop right up. Like "Chicken? Where? Where?". Hmmmmph. Silly ladies.

Love, Mary-Margaret