Invasion of da French

I am soooooooo excited to tell you all about my Christmas visitor.

Grrrrrrrr.... woof!   Let me in!

Messi flew all da way from NY to NC, just to have Christmas wiff ME!  Wow.... I've never ridden on a big bird plane.

He came wiff Aunty D's son (dat's Mom's nephew) and his new wife.  Dar da ones dat got married in NYC and in Nepal.

So you are probably wondering how he got his name.   Can you guess?

Hint:  He is a pawsome ball handler.
He can even carry da ball on da side of his mouth.
Maybe it's just stuck on his tooth.

No.... it is not because he makes a mess (even though he did pee in da house 2-3 times).

He is named after some famous soccer player.  

Now, Messi is a city/concrete boy so at first he didn't know what to do in my yard.   He tried to play ball on da patio butt I showed him dat it is much more fun to run around and play in da grass.

Zoommmmmmm.....

He's a pretty smart frenchie (for a 1 1/2 yrs old) and he caught on fast butt it took like 87 try before I got him to play "chase me" (my favorite game).   For da record..... I am way much faster dan him.

I also taught him all sorts of fun stuff (like tug-a-war-stuffie) and he was AMAZED at ALL of my toys.   We did have one casualty.

Ooops!

My new Christmas toy (da yellow Giraffe from Jack)  kinda lost his tail and is now in da stuffie hospital.    Maybe Messi was trying to make my Giraffe look more like him (hehehehe).

Once I got used to his accent, we became Best Pals.

If we sit real good, my Mom will give us a cookie.

I'll tell ya more about Messi's visit tomorrow.
Stay tuned for da French Invasion (Part 2).

Wags, 

      Ranger