Kiss me I'm Irish!

Today was the St. Patrick's Day Parade in the Neighborhood, but since it was raining, mommy didn't want to take me out. Sigh. I guess I'll have to wait until next year to actually see a parade. Not wanting me to miss out on the fun, Mommy walked me around this morning, before the rain came, to show me all the festivities. We stopped by Mr. Stephen's house. As you can see from the pictures, I obviously had quite a bit of beer, since my belly is lopping over my pants.

On the way home, some man pointed at me and called me a Leprechaun. I don't know what that is, but I'm sure it must be something cute.

After I ate my lunch and had a nap, mommy, Amos and I had our own little party in the house. I actually was smiling a lot, but much like my Aunt Chimene, as soon as a camera is focused on me, I refuse to smile. Oh well, I'm still cute. Shortly after these pics were taken, I destroyed the outfit, and I'm now wearing something new. It just didn't seem right that mommy shouldn't do any laundry today.

I hope you all have a great St. Patrick's Day!