Tuesday, April 29

Prinnie is Restless

Princess loves her Dad.

That would be me. Whenever I leave in the mornings (and yes she knows), she cocks her head just so, looking down the hall as if to say "Where do you think you're going?"

And if that weren't enough, she cannot get enough of me in the evenings. Ultimately, she'll bark to be let out, bark for her dinner, bark for her evening cheese, bark for lovin's, and then just bark for no apparent reason.

Tonight, she again got into one of those "none of the above" sessions; I recited "You got your dinner, lovin, cheese, just went outside, so it must be time to lay down."

And she did.

Dad loves Princess, too.

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