I laugh that she sits outside the shower curtain and waits for me with her frog in her mouth. A few times she's tried to push it in so it can get a bath, too.
She's not a licker, although she'll rub noses. Definitely all about the chest and stomach being rubbed.
I got a lot done yesterday, but only because I took her for long walks twice and tired her out. She came home to sleep in her John Travolta position. Staying alive. Staying alive.
She's also played well with other dogs, took her puppy meds, and adapted to front pay window surveillance. I need to work on her with encroaching sleep space, as she keeps getting deeper and deeper into my sides at night, and I hate that. It's already too hot.
Okay, I'd better jump off. I have a Kwame Alexander event followed by a Joseph Bruchac one. I have to figure out what I'll do with this fuzz-cake so I'm not distracted with squeaky toys and sudden lap launches.
I'm also looking forward to having a visit from my colleague from North Dakota who is in town for the day.
And we're off.
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