I’m not sure what that means yet. But things are different than when Mira’s normally here. Where’s Tessa, Mira’s sister? I can’t find her anywhere.
Mommy and Mira tossed me the ball from their apparently comfy chair. I got real good at dropping the ball in Mommy’s hand ‘cuz she made it clear she wasn’t chasing after me anywhere.
When I needed a panting break, Daddy snapped a photo of the three of us on his iPhone. Mommy made him take a couple. She’s all about getting her picture taken at the “right angle.” Not sure what that means. Arf!
Arf. Arf. I think I like sleepovers.