Thursday, July 2, 2009
Little Girls and a Little Dog
The dachshund I had as a little girl had the patience of a saint. She endured hours of being dressed up in doll clothes, wrapped in baby blankets and pushed in a stroller or rocked in a cradle. This afternoon a group of girls from the neighborhood came over to play with Edward but Red Rocket quickly became the focus of their attentions. They wrapped him in a baby blanket and put him down for a nap and he wagged his tail and licked their hands the whole time.