|Where are we going Mom?|
There is so much action out the front window. My eyes were going every which way. It was exhausting work trying to take it all in.
|This is me in front of the little house and kennel that had belonged to my Nanny's dog, Daisy, |
that passed away recently.
Momma said she was very proud of me because I was such a good girl and I was only scared of the Grampy man for a couple seconds. Then he gave me some treats and I decided he wasn't scary afterall.
Visiting is fun but exhausting.