Peek. Boo.
I love his flirty side.
Those little giggles when he thinks he’s pulling one over on me.
Like when he thinks I can’t really see him. You know, until…
Until I ask him where his belly button is.
Ha. Gotcha, my little Terror.
Gosh he’s a lovebug.
And as this was just about lunchtime, the Ellie dog waited patiently, but very alertly, for little treats to fall to the floor.
Treats for momma, treats for Ellie.
Good day.
