Spoiled. Spoiled Rotten...

I would like to preface this picture by stating that I am not one of those "germy" people that washes their toothbrush for 5 minutes before using it (if you are one of these people, no offense). However, I have never liked the idea of drinking city water out of the tap. When Elisabeth and I first moved here, one of our first purchases was a Brita pitcher with a built in filter. (Oh, I'm not advertising: I just like it a lot!) Anyway, since I wouldn't drink the water from the tap, why should Roman? Momma doesn't like me pouring it right in, but I confess that I have on more than one occasion (it's just so much easier!).



These next 2 pics are a little off topic, but they were there and so I uploaded them. When I'm in my office working, Roman feels the need to protect me from all of the evilness in the world :). He will sit in front of the door for hours, just looking and being curious. The other day he let out a little growl and then stood with his ears up. I looked out the door and saw a little furry friend! I don't think Roman will ever make friends with the squirrels, but at least he is entertained by them.