I just got home from an overnighter with Mom, Taylor, Grandma Jan and Papa Bob to visit Papa Owie. It was his birthday this week so we all got in on the annual event of gathering at his house to celebrate the birthday and plant flowers. While all of that was good and fun, the highlight of my weekend was Lawrence. He's the dog Papa Owie "adopted" from Mom's cousin Stephen. I guess I don't totally understand how it all worked, but something about Stephen going off to college and Papa needing some company out at his big house in the country. However it all went down, all I know is that I love that dog! Unfortunately, he didn't quite understand my way of showing it and thwarted my every attempt at bonding.
But when dinner time came around, he and I reached a mutual understanding. Whenever he appeared at my highchair, I was to reach my hand out, making like I was waving, and he would lick spaghetti and meatballs off my hands. I even gave him a little bonus and wiped my hands all over his back and dropped a noodle on his head so he'd have a snack for later. Pure genius!
Check us out here for more pictures of the fun little road trip.
TTFN,
Leighton (and Taylor)
