You Must Be Reading My Mind
I’m not infatuated with you. It’s just that I can’t stop thinking about you, and I can’t take my eyes off you.
When you look at me like that, I can’t keep from smiling at you and wagging my tail. I love you. And I’m sorry about the slobber. I can’t help it. I’m just happy to see you.
You don’t have to clip that leash-thing on me. I won’t run off again. I Promise—unless I smell something interesting.
You know I really like things with strong smells, especially things that are sweet and pungent and hang in the air heavy like fog. You know what I mean? It’s irresistible. I like to roll around in things like that, sme...
Adopting Princess was the best idea I ever had. She became GiGi’s fur-baby companion.
I warned GiGi about strangers. The puppy would jump in the car with anybody and she would never see her gain.
GiGi determined that she would she never allow Princess to get into a stranger’s car.
I also explained that Princess would grow up to be a big girl, and I hoped that she wouldn't do the things big girls do, like drinking, and smoking, and taking drugs. I hoped she would turn her nose up at those things.
GiGi said she'd turn up her nose at those things, too.
I was relieved to hear that.
Spreading my arms wide apart, I explained, “We have to build and ...