The Life of a Binx

I have said it before, but I will say it again. I am not a morning person. While David is up with the Sun (seriously) I cannot seem to get up at a reasonable hour on a weekend to save my life. Luckily, I don't have to and I have Binx. She is a sleeper. Duh, she is my dog. Of course, she is a sleeper like her Momma.

Ever morning I wake up to this (No, not David he is already up. To see him I have to go find him somewhere in the house. Hopefully making me breakfast.):


A Binx Dog. This is Binx just waking from her sweet puppy slumber.


This is Binx telling me to get the flippin' camera out of her face.


This is Binx just starting to greet the morning Sun.


This is Binx stretching after being so rudely awakened. In this picture she is also begging me to take her to the groomer.


This is Binx realizing that if she is awake, and I am awake, it is time for her Nuggets (breakfast).

So, there you have it folks. The posh life of a Binx.

And yes, she does have her own bling. Why? Because she is phat like that! Don't judge her. It's mean.