June 1, 2016

Mum laughs at me all the time. She says that I am a crazy girl. I really don’t know why because I don’t do silly things. But she tells me that when she sees my frog flying by, or when my paper ball goes rolling along, with me right after it, or when I go trotting by with the ball in my mouth; that’s when she tells me that I’m a crazy girl. She also says that I am a full-blooded retriever. We play fetch with the frog or paper ball in the mornings while Mum is still in bed. She does the throwing and I do the fetching. Continue reading