Ever heard the saying, "I'll be your huckleberry"? Maybe if you watched the movie Tombstone...or have eaten one of their yummy oven-baked pizzas (you mean they aren't affiliated? Beats me!) Anyways, the expression means, "I'm the right man for the job". Lucky for me, I have my very own Huckleberry.....he goes by the name Hucky-bear. He's really handsome- beautiful soft skin, dark hazel eyes, super suave and very snuggly.
Okay, okay, okay.....so MAYBE he's my dog. But this is not just ANY dog, people. This is like the greatest dog EVER. My little side-kick, bad-A, Jen OBSESSED, feels like a shammy, pees like a Race Horse, eats like an Elephant, snuggles like a teddy bear, tries to suffocate Mark with his face, makes love to innocent objects such as pillows, Julia's teddy bear or a stranger's leg, 7 lbs of yummy wonderfulness type of dog.
Mark is going to roll his eyes as soon as he sees this post, but I don't care! Huck makes me happy when I'm having really poopy days....unless he poops on me and that's never fun. I love you Hucky-bear. Thanks for always being "my huckleberry".