May
17
2009
“Kids, where’s the dog?”
We have a new dog. His name is Harvey. He is an absolute L.O.V.E. He lives for approval and there’s not a mean bone in his body.
That is, unless, you are a toy made of plastic. (Amanda, this photo looks like something from your house!)
A beautiful day outside – Whilst I shampooed the “kitty pook-up” stain from the white berber in the play room, the kids were supposed to be merrily playing with the dog.
No Barbie is safe here. Apparently, either is my washing machine.
