Stories of life on our farm in Northwest Georgia where every day is an adventure in this beautiful spot that God has entrusted to our stewardship.

Monday, April 7, 2014

Pretty Please

Can you tell it rained on March 31?

He's not a big, bad wolf--just a naughty, digging puppy!  And I'm not a little piggy, so all Jet said was . . .
"Pretty please . . ."

(Note the front paws level with the handle on the door.)
"Pretty please . . ."

(Note the reason I don't bother to clean the glass doors much.)
". . . Let me come in!"
And all I said was, "Not by the hair on your chinny-chin-chin--or anywhere else, for that matter!"

2 comments:

  1. You could even add an adjective to the old story. . . "not by the muddy hair". . .At least he looks like he must have had fun getting so muddy!! Puppy delight!
    Barbara

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    1. Oh, he had fun. He was actually half way to China and still digging when I finally let him in!

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