fluffy february: day 4 & 5 : breakfast

Here's a different face that I love (and a different sort of handsome) which comes in the form of a little someone who makes up most of my world, Breakfast Jones. Where does the Jones part come from? Beats me, it just fits. Apparently, there is a definition for Breakfast Jones on the internets. It's fitting.. don't ask questions.

I don't think I could imagine what it would be like without the Jones in my life, as silly as that may sound to the non-pet crowd, but it's true that I love my dog for the company which he provides. There's a sense of security that I find in his presence, as we get to know this place that has become our new home. I really can't stress it enough.. I love this guy..

Happy Birthday, stink.