Corban held her hand as we drove out. She held mine for the majority of the wash, poor girl.
There are many things to blog about, but little time to blog about them. Sorry for my lack of posts. I hope I will soon be able to write about the yard, the swings, the weather, my new/old job, why Corban can't have Lucky Charms, Foofoo's and Tick Tock's visit to Corban's class, etc.
Izzy growling and being silly. No photoshop here, if you can believe it. I wish it wasn't blurred.