The house is still here. My bed is still here. My toys and yard and food are still here. And … My sweet baby sister is still here! We are all together again.
Sweet baby sister?! That isn’t the song Jack was singing earlier. That Other Dog looks a little wild — ready to run, romp, play, leap — on a moment’s notice. But, hey, that’s not wild; that’s being a happy doggie!
Always nice to go away, but coming home is the best.
❤
Sweet baby sister?! That isn’t the song Jack was singing earlier. That Other Dog looks a little wild — ready to run, romp, play, leap — on a moment’s notice. But, hey, that’s not wild; that’s being a happy doggie!
Jack says, “I have no idea of what you speak. ;-)”