We went out of town for the weekend and my child traveled like this.
Stella couldn't stop herself from wanting to drive and practice her dance skills.
I found myself doing things like this.
I was also dragged around a river behind a boat and I felt old. Oh so very old.
I also let my boys be dragged around behind a boat. They loved it and felt full of life. Punks.
When we got back in to town I was so confused to wake up to temperatures in the low 70s, which a beautiful breeze. It messed with my brain.
It messed with my brain so much that I agreed to bring this in to my home....on a trial basis.
So far he has peed several times around the house, escaped under our fence about five times, and howled at the door for the lady that dropped him off.
He is really sweet though. He doesn't yap. He rolls on his back when the kids want to pet him. He is nice to Indiana, even when Indiana is licking his back for cheese Stella threw down during dinner. He could be a great dog.
His name is Boots, Cole wants to call him Six though, or Max. Of course.
I figure that worse case scenario he's good blog fodder. It's always nice to have something else peeing on the floor to write about on the slow days.
Hope you all had a great weekend!