I just looked over and noticed Mouse with her face right in Walter's, which is a definite no-no at our house. He's a great dog with no signs of aggression, but who wants to take a chance like that? First time you realize it you're one car trip away from the emergency room.
So, in her repentance (or maybe just confession?) she explained, "But Mama, he ate my pop tart off the table. I was just smelling his breath."
If you give a dog a pop tart, he'll want a glass of milk . . .
ReplyDeleteBy the way, thanks for the compliment on my blog. I do think I lead a most exceptionally interesting life--I have great people all around me (including you all!!!). The Lord has certainly blessed me with a life I love!
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ReplyDeleteYou're reminding me how sad I am I missed getting to see JP's play. I heard it was so great. Juliana wanted to go and see it again, but with Caro sick last weekend, it didn't work out. Did you get to go?
And, BTW, I am so glad to be a part of your exceptionally interesting life!