We moved the puppies out to the barn. This morning while my cowboy was saddling I visited with them. That Gus, who could resist that look?
"Mom, pick me, pick me. I want up."
"But I'm Mom's dog."
"Hey! Well, I'm just going to stay here and be good."
"See, you guys it pays to be good."
What! Is this what I think it is?
Guys! I found Mom's hat. Na, na, na, na, na.