Look at this hot mess. With all of her fave things around her. Her duck to suck on (yes, I’m being truthful. She sucks on that thing. I hear it’s a Boston Terrier thing. I wouldn’t understand). Her rope in case someone comes over and she has to play with them NOW. And her giant bone that we got her for Christmas that she barely put a dent in.
And look! The dog is being nosey. Surprise, surprise. Always wanting to see what’s going on outside but just…can’t…reach…Sorry, doggie. You are 5. You are not growing anymore.