You put on jeans and your dog thinks she’s going on a W-A-L-K. She literally smelled my legs, then ran to the door.
Sidenote: John’s decided to become someone who “exercises,” so in addition to cycling to work, he’s been taking Pashicakes on a run every evening, which means my position as favorite parent is in jeopardy – you can see the transition has already begun … !
Sheesh, I hit my mid-twenties and my hair exploded, curls everywhere.
Don’t worry, I have a planned-puppy-play-date with a terrier named Hank in my arsenal. Can the hubs compete with THAT?