We just got back from a good play at Ellison Park and she's a tuckered out pup. Passed out cold on the floor snoring. I love her when she's like this.
Sometimes when she is wet and the sun is shining on her undercoat I see hints of chocolate. I'm convinced it's because Maggie is hiding somewhere inside of her. I told Mom the other day that I picked pretty good puppies. She corrected me quickly and said, "MAGGIE picks really good puppies. She's the one who sent you Belle." Oh, Mags. I sure miss you.
I got a little sunshine on my cheeks, too. Hello, freckles! I miss you during the cold winter months. I wish you'd stick around a little longer. And stop fading. I want to keep you forever! When I was little I would have done anything to get rid of those freckles, and now I can't get enough of them. I wish I had a kid picture of me with my freckles, but I can't seem to find one. Argh.
Anyway, here's a cute little picture of a cute little black lab. It's not Belle, but it is what she's doing right now. Life is pretty okay.
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