My mom says I am becoming a couch potato.
So, as a Father's Day present, she bought Glenn a "Walky Dog" -- a leash that can be connected to a bike -- so that we can all go bike riding together and I won't get hurt.
Who would have ever given mom that suggestion???
exercise???
Look at me - do I look like need exercise?
At the crack of dawn they descended upon us. It was time for the official A+M+M+J visit to Central Park, and I was deemed worthy of playing guide.
We met them on the corner of CPW and 97th, and I was so excited. I haven't been off leash terribly much because of my "lady time" but mom said that I was far enough along that I wouldn't be too much of a temptation.
I certainly tried, though, and flirted and danced and preened in front of both Momo and Jozsi -- but nada. 
These boys were impenetrable. They didn't even flinch at my feminine whiles. All they cared about were the pigeons and other "junk birds" as Mr. Andrew calls them.
I decided to put it all on hold (until later) and show them my favorite haunts. 
We went to the Pool first -- where disaster struck.
My Queeker Man went out to sea.
I tried to play lifeguard but I couldn't see the lil' guy once I got into the water. And Glenn, I mean DAD, didn't even jump in to help! Perhaps I let this fella sign-on too early, if you know what I mean?!?!!?!!??!!
I eventually gave up all hope and left the Queeker Man as a sacrifice to the Park Gods. Karma works that way... lose a Queeker Man one day and you might gain one the next.
Anyway I digress. 
I also got to meet Ms. Meg - she was so much fun.
Snapping away photo after photo.
Too bad she didn't realize the camera was set on the wrong shutter speed!
Rut Row!
I will just need to invite them to come back! 
I wuffed the visit from A+M+M+J. It really made my morning!
editor's note: no puppies were created in the process of making this entry
For this Father's Day I wanted to get you something special for taking such good care of my mom and me....
Your signature on my AKC papers!
It would be officially official - you would be my DAD all right and proper like....
Will you adopt me? Just sign on the dotted line.
Wuff,
Brisztow Jones
Today I got a love package -- that is a package that was filled with love from my nephew Baxter! It looks like he didn't forget us after all.
I wuff you Baxter!
Visit Soon!
Perhaps I can request my west coast smarty pants, B-Cubed to provide me the proper proof for this problem (I asked mom to help me but she was terrible at geometry). I believe the best way is to use the "Proof by Contradiction" method. Luckily, I found a website:
The Converse of a Theorem
The Converse of "If P, Then Q" is the assertion "If Q, Then P". For example, the converse of "If it is my leash, it's purple" is "If the leash is purple, then its mine." It should be clear from this example that there is no guarantee that the converse of a true statement is true.
Proof by Contradiction is often the most natural way to prove the converse of an already proved theorem.
As Mr. Andrew pointed out, the Chaos Theory might better explain my behavior and the fact that I am "Not A Horny Teenager." Here is my Proof based on the use of the Chaos Theory:
Today we woke up to a disaster. Downed trees, leaves run a muck. 
My Central Park was in ruins.
But on a brighter note, I finally got to smell the tops of the trees.
And I met a cute boy.
BUT mom says I am not allowed to play with boys for another few days yet because I am a "horny teenager" and will get myself into trouble.
How much trouble could I possibly get into??
Mom said that I was a month later than expected... but I say - who is really counting????
