Look what I saw first thing this morning...the Black Box. Where does Daddy think he's going now? I hope he isn't planning on going to a golf pawty because I am not letting him go!
What are you plans for this weekend?P.S. Here is the story about the bruise on Mommy's arm. We were on a walkie last Saturday and sometimes I like to go around poles. Usually I am very good about untangling myself. But that day, I saw a Lab puppy. I just had to go say hi to him. So as Mommy was untangling my leash from the stop sign pole, switching the lead from one hand to the next, I started jogging (Mommy would say pulling) toward the Lab puppy. And as a result, I made Mommy scrape her entire arm on against the stop sign pole. But I didn't get in trouble. Mommies are so forgiving that way.
