Last week at my holiday tree viewing party Heath fell in love with our Dorkie, Maggie. (rolling around on our bed came in close second)
He would climb up on the bed and then say, "Mon Maggie" (Come on Maggie). Maggie would play for a little bit and then try to make a run for it (see middle picture below), but Heath would hop down, find her, and tell her to "Mon back, Maggie"
It was really funny and so sweet. I think the moral of this story is that his mama and daddy need to get him a puppy!
Sunday Edition #446
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