So it wasn’t the Virgin Mary, but there was a miracle in my salad last night. A fluffy dog in my gorgonzola! Unlike the animals I see in clouds or the faces I see in the cracks of the marble shower, everyone at the dinner party could actually identify and appreciate the adorableness of Cheese Dog. He became the patron saint of our dinner party.
And speaking of dogs, the party was hosted by our dear friend Jane Wattenberg who just came out with the most wonderful book called Never Cry Woof! published by Scholastic Press. Go check it out…
That is so cute! And your camera captured it perfectly. 🙂
I see him too…hehe.
Hey! thats my pooch! Come back here Shiloh!
Quick! Sell him on ebay!
If Cheese Dog’s not a band name, I don’t know what is.
What a wonderful cheese dog. It looks like a hush puppy.
Andrea – that is the most delicious dog I have seen besides my own. It has put a huge smile on my face!
I had my 20-month-old sitting on my lap when I pulled up your site, and before I could even read your entry, she pointed to the Blessed Cheese Dog and said:
“Doggie?!?! WOOF! WOOF!”
You made her day.
K.
Andrea,
This is so funny. I completly see the dog.
I love your posts, such fun little adventures you have.
Jenn
I want to have conversations with him.
That is the funniest thing. Did you eat him?
I see faces too, usually in the flooring of bathrooms. 🙂
Laura
This made me crack up out loud. You are truly fabulous…I so see the doggie!!
I totally see the dog! I love finding faces in unexpected places.
So did ya eat the miracle? 😉
🙂
That’s my kind of dog. Teeny, tiny poop!
You took him home with you, right?
Ha!!! I saw that right away. Too funny.
Cutest
Cheese Dog
Ever!
🙂
WOOF! I so cracked up over this post. Thanks for a bright little “miracle” in my day. “All hail the Cheese Doggie!!” 🙂