Nothing tires Abby out than chasing this ball around. I'm down with whatever works.
She usually chases the ball down to Kristen's. Once we get there, we ring her door bell until she appears.
Peek-a-boo. It's not such a surprise when my chub hangs over both sides when it's my turn.
Just in reach....
Too far. Cue grunting and pointing until I kick it back to her.
Did my belly button come outside? Better check.
Abby meticulously picks every piece of grass off her shoes and pants about every 15 minutes.
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Look at those cute pumas!
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