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.