A Touch of Class

Provence, it's a fantastic French cafe in Nashville. A wonderful spot for espresso and some breakfast on a Saturday morning. If you look closely at the picture of me, my little Porterhouse, and Provence in the background, it would appear that we are happy and carefree. But you would be deceived! It's all a show for the passerby. Actually, Porter is fantastic when we're out and about; it's just when we're home that he turns into a little terror. It's kind of like Cinderella and the magic slipper. I guess that makes me the pumpkin. (Sara's calling me cheesy now. And so what if I am?).

Hmm... it seems that this blog has become dedicated to our puppy. But trust me - he's a handful. Ah puppyhood - we can't wait until it's over.