Well, I hate to say it but I have been hangin' with a wild crowd for more than a couple months, now.
It started out innocently and gently enough....
Then, they started knowing their own minds and what they wanted. At first, I thought that I could handle it - especially with the help of my young friend, K, who had a certain technique to make the wild things forget all their worries.
(above) K's nifty-difty, handy-dandy, soporific weight lifting technique! Without fail - zonk!
But, they grew....
Then, it was time for shoe sniffing lessons.
which often turned into a version of "get him!!!!"
Also, stick chewing lessons. (Very important.)
There were "act like a baby" lessons.
Advanced shoe chewing lessons.
NO! NO skirt chewing and pulling, please!!!
(This year, all of my skirts survived.)
and, there was absolutely no need for tail wagging lessons
A rare moment (but a mere second of a pause)...
and, then, there were just plain hanging out lessons.
(I'm tired mom...)
I think that's when it happened to me. I fell in love with the gang!
What fun times. I'll never forget!!!