A toad was visiting by our front door today and I pointed him out to Dennis. We 'petted' (touched) it and it hopped over to a bush and rested in a vee in the trunk. It stayed there all day and Dennis kept going over to the window and pointing to it and saying "hey, Frog". We went outside to visit it several times, amazed that it was still there after six hours. When we left to go pick up David from work (his car is grounded until it gets brakes so we are sharing mine), Dennis walked over and leaned down and waved and said "bye bye frog". He was sad to see it had left when we got home a few hours later, but he told it bye-bye again in case it was somewhere where it could hear.
The grocery store where David works was having a charity event to benefit the Humane Society here (which desperately needed the help) and they had animals out in front of the store. Dennis fell in love with a dog named Duke that I wish we could have brought home for him. Honey isn't really his dog--she was here six years before he came along and she doesn't seek him out (unless he is dropping food from the high chair for her) and barely endures his affectionate 'love taps' and hair pulls and attempts to ride her. Dennis also fell in love with the one day old baby goat that was there (and I admit to falling prey to its total cuteness as well). I'd like to have a goat or three here to eat some of this jungle grass that has killed our lawnmower yet again (darn thing only goes in reverse, I think, or something weird and transmission-y like that). Probably it isn't the grass that killed it--we just have TERRIBLE luck with lawnmowers. I want a tractor or a Bush Hog to go behind the four-wheeler.
Tonight Dennis walked the track with Gran and me and ran around and around with his Daddy on the little football field that the track surrounds. He got all hot and sweaty and his hair was soaked and plastered to his head. He ran and ran and wore himself out, but he found new energy when he got home and into the bath tub. Naturally he went right to sleep. He had a pretty special day.
The grocery store where David works was having a charity event to benefit the Humane Society here (which desperately needed the help) and they had animals out in front of the store. Dennis fell in love with a dog named Duke that I wish we could have brought home for him. Honey isn't really his dog--she was here six years before he came along and she doesn't seek him out (unless he is dropping food from the high chair for her) and barely endures his affectionate 'love taps' and hair pulls and attempts to ride her. Dennis also fell in love with the one day old baby goat that was there (and I admit to falling prey to its total cuteness as well). I'd like to have a goat or three here to eat some of this jungle grass that has killed our lawnmower yet again (darn thing only goes in reverse, I think, or something weird and transmission-y like that). Probably it isn't the grass that killed it--we just have TERRIBLE luck with lawnmowers. I want a tractor or a Bush Hog to go behind the four-wheeler.
Tonight Dennis walked the track with Gran and me and ran around and around with his Daddy on the little football field that the track surrounds. He got all hot and sweaty and his hair was soaked and plastered to his head. He ran and ran and wore himself out, but he found new energy when he got home and into the bath tub. Naturally he went right to sleep. He had a pretty special day.
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