Mazzy goes wherever Wyatt goes now. She's almost like a dog. She sits wherever Wyatt is playing. This morning, my strong son pushed our brown chair out of the way and played at the windowsill for about an hour.....and Mazzy too.
Ok, mom. Here is the creepy metal poodle I picked up at a garage sale. It's probably worth something.....but I'm a little wary of it. Wyatt pats it's head and talks to it everytime we're in the garage. :o)
Don't come to the conclusion that I like poodles.....well I don't hate them.....have you ever seen the Farside cartoon with the poodle?