Mom and dad were worried about me on Sunday because I was distant and I spend a lot of time upstairs by myself. Mom didn't know if I was grieving for My Maggie or if I was hot. We did have a fire going in our fireplace all afternoon for the Superbowl.
Yesterday morning mom gave me a hAirecut!
When we got home from the bank, a box was on our back porch. It was from our friends, Aunt Lydia and her Aireboy Dave.
Mom let me open my package all by myself because I'm not a paper eater. My Maggie loved to eat kleenex and paper towels and she didn't care if they were clean or used, but not me.
Love ya lots,