I love my woofie Grete. You know why? She is the only one in this house that complains more than I do. It's true. She is a big woofie whiner. I love her because she loves me. She thinks I'm funny. She's a smart woofie.
I was asked to do some work in the garden this past week. Jonesie and dad are building a patio and they needed me to sit on the sample stones to see if they meet with my approval. I'm not happy about it because all this wonderful dirt will be covered up soon and there goes my big outdoor bathroom. So not fair! I sat on them for a few minutes and put my paw prints on them so I guess that means more will be showing up soon. Bye bye sweet soft, diggable dirt. I will miss you.
So what's a girl left to do? That's right. I'm joining my furriends Darcy and Bingley in the Celebration of the Outstretched Paw. I'm doing this with a dose of belly floof tossed in for your viewing pleasure.