. . . Bud Duquette!
She complicated (and improved) my walk around the lake with the dog by stopping to do activities.
The first one, I suggested.
Sing the ABCs? "That's for little kids," Bud said. "I'm eight."
And then she sang and jumped every letter.
Half the parkland around the lake is a golf course. The girlettes are keen to spot golf balls that have flown over the fence. We throw them back onto the course.
She complicated (and improved) my walk around the lake with the dog by stopping to do activities.
The first one, I suggested.
Sing the ABCs? "That's for little kids," Bud said. "I'm eight."
And then she sang and jumped every letter.
"B, that's me!"
Half the parkland around the lake is a golf course. The girlettes are keen to spot golf balls that have flown over the fence. We throw them back onto the course.
Look, a robin eggshell! (Dog doesn't like all the stopping.)
One more stop, to climb in the apple tree. . .
