Thursday, November 17, 2011

Me. Baby herder

Jib here.

They left the youngest puppy alone. Alone outside.

They went far away. Far, far away. Some fast trots away. Mom says they were right there. Right on the other side of the bricks. But I thought it was too far.

So I watched the youngest puppy. I made sure he was safe. I made sure he was happy.

I let him pull himself up on my ruff.

I let him poke my nose.

I let him run and followed him.

He let me boop him in the bum.

He let me kiss his finger.

He let me love him.

And I let him love me back.

(Photos © my daughter.)

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