No babies yet, but I swear I can just sit and watch her get wider.
“I HEARD THAT.”
“Your punishment: 300 belly rubs. You may begin now.”
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She cracks me up, that face.
Molly spends a lot of time walking around looking at the cats – who are almost always up high – and trying to figure out how she can get up there, too. She’s especially fascinated by the cats on top of the kitchen cabinets. She’s like “You can DO that?!” But with her short little doggy legs, getting up there isn’t a possibility (at least, I don’t think it is!)
“Is that a challenge?”
She and Tommy sniffed each other quite vigorously yesterday. Tommy seems to go back and forth between “This dog isn’t so scary” and this:
Note to Tommy: it’s impossible to look scary in a blue cape.
I love that both Newt (by the door) and Spanky (atop the Room with a View) are clearly thinking “What the [very bad word]?!”
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Previously
2012: “I like to get as close to Mama’s face as possible. It’s more comfy up here.”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: “Woe is me, and when will the suffering ENNNNND?”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.