How hilarious is it that mama can’t reach down to grab this fine stick from me? She managed to fall last weekend – like a sack of wet potatoes – and her shoulder hasn’t been right since. So reaching down to snag my stick (which she can typically do, and on occasion is even able to grab it from my mighty jaws) is impossible at the moment. HAHAHAHA mama!
Oh, I know. I’m not really mean. I don’t want mama to be hurting. But I am still happy to keep my stick.
Love,
Bogart
