Or goings . . .
Phoebe sings “I’m just a sittin’ on the dock of the bay . . .”
She made it safely to Albuquerque and Penni will have updates on her blog.
And comings . . .
We picked up Rio yesterday and we get to play with him for the week. I could easily keep him, but need a puppy like I need to be shot in the foot.
This morning Alice and Molly are showing him around.
Alice: “Come on, kid. I’ll show you where the apples are and where the cats go.”
Molly: “And here’s the best place to rub your itchy back.”
We took the tape off to see how the ears are doing. Right now they are gorgeous – though they may still need another round.
Boy, is he Huxley’s son or what?