When we got home, she was ready for her morning nap. It's tough to sleep when it's sunny outside.
Trying to get some sleep |
Later when she was out again, a man across the street (doing some work for a neighbor) asked how old she was. People often mistake her for a young Rottweiler because she is small. So I told him she was 8, and he said he had won a stuffed Rottie toy at Hershey Park last weekend! She went over to him and allowed him to admire her.
After that, she was ready to find some sunshine inside, instead of being out in the actual sunshine.
Sunshine is good |
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