Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time right at the top of the new wood stairs. It’s really a prime lookout point. I can see what Winston is doing, who’s at the front door…if my friend Chase is running outside my house…I can see it all right here from my perch.
Sometimes–I do naughty things like snatching my brother’s shoes and sprinting through the house with them clenched in my teeth. I want to be a good boy but sometimes I just go a little crazy. This is a pic of me and mom talking about my antics and how I need to cool my jets. I held her hand and listened and was a good boy the rest of the day.