Pretty baby
The weather woman was wrong – it was beautiful today and ugly yesterday, they had predicted the reverse. So when it was time for Margarete to go, even though she had just brought Tin back from a stroller walk, I hooked up Loca and Tin and off we went around the bayou. But first we stopped to speak to Jerri and Loca took off after another dog and pulled Tin and the stroller right over. Mom hysterical, Tin so so, everyone else nonplussed.
Then we ran into friends and Tin was mesmerized by the daughter who was making sounds that Tin mimicked like a little monkey (makes me nervous about when the real mimicking starts). Then another neighbor came up just as Loca was going nuts about another dog and she pushed the stroller so I could walk Crazy.
Loca is getting short changed on her walks with T away. There just doesn’t seem to be a way to get it done in the morning and by afternoon she gets a much reduced version of our morning walk, which means by afternoon she is PSYCHO.
But I digress, back to pretty baby, we went over to the Green Market and everyone thought he was a girl. Then we went to the grocery store and everyone thought he was a girl. He’s pretty, they all say, that’s why. Pretty baby.
Then we got home and after getting all greased up and having his bottle and reading Opposites, I carried him into his room and he said Night Night.
OMG!