Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all. ~ Emily Dickinson



Friday, May 21, 2010

Today is gloomy, the sun isn't shining. Hope and I are just hanging out at home eating pizza for lunch. Before I know it she says that Peyton is yucky. I look at the dog and he is drooling like crazy just staring at the pizza on her plate. A few minutes later Hope is feeding him her pizza. When I ask her to stop she says, "He just wants a little baby piece." When she thinks I'm not looking she hands him half a piece of pizza then proceeded to let him lick her pizza covered fingers. No wonder they have become such good buddies lately.
She's now on her third piece of pizza & I'm waiting to see how much she feeds the dog.
They look so innocent don't they???

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