A great way to start off a brisk Sunday is to head to the park, find some sticks, then watch as some treats magically fall from mama’s bag.
I’m sorry that I haven’t written regularly in awhile, a lot has been going on. Without opposable thumbs, there isn’t much I can do other than chastise mama for her laziness. But not too much, I don’t want to stop that treat train.
Love,
Bogart
