Hey Mom,
I’m doing just fine. Queeze has some strange fuzzy things that keep popping out of nowhere that I’m not supposed to chase. She also has something called a bronze GSD door stop that I like to carry around. For some reason, when I carry it through the house, it doesn’t go over very well. Something about it being old and weighing over a pound. Big deal!
I’ve learned some schmoozing techniques from Queeze. Rhona just went to bed, so I hopped in bed with her and gave her a bunch of kisses. That seemed to do the trick! She also thought it was funny that I admire myself in the mirror. Hey, what’s there not to admire?!!
I miss you, but I think I’ll stay. Wait until they see what I have in store for them tomorrow!
Love,
Kayla
It has only been a few days, but we are making great progress. The three fuzzy things, and the thing we call a terror still remain a challenge. Notice that I didn’t say that Kayla was the challenge.
Julie, if you happen to receive a large box in the mail that is making a ruckus, I would use caution while opening the box. 🙂
We’re off to buy a baby pool. The terror absolutely refuses to drink from a bucket that Kayla has been using for dunking.