I snuck into the guest bedroom while Lesli wasn't looking, and, well, the evidence speaks for itself. But don't worry, grandma.Everything is headed for the laundry.
My tummy is upset tonight. I snacked on a few things during our hike at Bronte today, and it's coming back to haunt me. Dear God, why do I do this?
We've had a nice weekend. Plenty of fresh air, long walks and puddle romps. I even cuddled with the human yesterday - curled up with her on our super comfy couch, and rested my head on her leg (I'm a killer, not a cuddler. This is a rare event). She told her friend her legs fell asleep and started to really hurt while I was there, but she had absolutely no intention of moving and missing even a second of the rare event.
Auntie Diane and Cosmo brought a new dog with them to Bronte for part of this week. His name is Bentley and he's a bulldog. I don't recall ever seeing a bulldog - when he first got out of her van, I was perplexed. I approached cautiously, gave him a good sniff. Determined that he was, in fact, a canine. Strangest looking one I've ever seen though. I accepted him into our pack.
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