Time to play:
The little commander is mortified of dogs and especially when they look like they are about twice her size and trying to join her on the jumpy thing.
"I'm being held prisoner by a dog. Can I ride on your back, Nonnie?"
After the neighbor's big white snow dog went home, Sidney was swinging high in Aunt Tonya's hammock.
We paused for one last quick pose at the old shack, before this little commander headed to the house for a fruit snack and to wait on her mommy to get off work. We both had a great President's Day.
1 comment:
Cute! She's definitely our commander in chief! :)
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