Heck Yes...I'm headed to Vegas!!!

Daddy told me that because he loves me soooo much, we would go away for the weekend. Just the two of us....and everyone else that he was going to visit. But still, it was just the two of us on the way there. Look at all the fun we had!!

Lil' G is: G-L-A-M...-O-R-O-U-S, yeah

Riding First Class is a Blast!!

Uhh oh...you best watch yo'self, foo.

Is this what the world is going to look like when I grow up?

We stopped at my favorite frozen custard place of all-time, Luv-It.

How do I get this goodness in me?!?!?!?

Hello large amphibian, I'm Lil' G and I'm on your head.

Ugh, my tag is hanging out there for the world to see...how embarrassing

I told Daddy one day he needs to take me to the real Paris, but then he got all up in a huff-puff about socialism and the lazy, good-for-nothing, spineless French and their universal veterinarian care....but then I mentioned pastries and his eyes glossed over and began to drool. So we'll see...

I'm ready for a night out on the town. Holla!

Did I have fun in Vegas? Uh, does a giraffe poop in the jungle?

My COW

My second year of EFY has come and gone, and boy oh boy was it a doozie. The trauma of being stolen away from Daddy again and again was almost too much to bare. And to think of all the times I sat back and mocked Melvin knowing full well where he was...oh the irony...the bitter, bitter irony!

But with the bitter comes the sweet...yes the sweet, sweet milk of victory. For the love of my life, or at least the week, Gabriela and I were finally united. We talked into the wee hours of the morning and she opened up with her fears that she would be abandoned to obscurity by not only Troy and his helmet hair, but also of her mother. At least I had a daddy who was always looking, praying, and possibly even fasting that one day we might be reunited. Alas, but not poor Gabriela. You're probably at the bottom of a box somewhere, but dear beautiful COW of mine, I will never forget you!