I am not at all spoiled. I am also not obsessed with my tennis ball. Here's a picture of me standing by Dad's desk with my tennis ball waiting on him to throw it for me... well, waiting on him to try to throw it for me so I can grab it and run. hahahahaha!!!! I drive Dad crazy doing this... but that's the point! :)
Awwww! It wonderful being spoiled!
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Kisses and hugs
Lorenza
I find Charlie will stare intensely at me until I throw whatever toy he has brought to me ... and if I don't respond or notice him he'll give me a little bark!
ReplyDeleteahahaha--how adorable~!! i like to bug mum like that too--but not to throw the ball--TO PICK ME UP and CARRY ME~!!!!
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xo,
luna
Hey there again! I'm glad to hear that the tennis ball fixation hasn't worsened, at least. That's something! Maybe it's like kids and their blankets, and she'll gradually grow out of it? At any rate, I'm sending all positive thoughts. Thank you for your blog! It always makes me smile. Which ain't no small thang. :)
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