Anyway, as sooon as we go inside, I have my ball and orange man right there. I don't have to ask for them ... they are just right there. COOL! I'm finding a couple of great places to put the ball and try to get it. The only one that Mom didn't like was over the balcony outside. I don't get to take the ball out there anymore. But, I do love to drop the ball down the steps. COOL! COOL! COOL!
I have noticed that the things that disappear at our house are showing up at the chicken loft. Hmmmm.
Back to the picture above. While my Mom was packing things up, her bear which was a gift from a dear friend of hers, ended up on the floor. I sniffed and prodded that bear for several days while trying very hard to behave myself and not tear its insides out. Finally, my Mom gave the bear to me as a photo op. That lasted about 8 hours before I began to tear its insides out. Mom took it from me right away. Gee! I was just getting to the good stuff ... ing.