This morning while Dad was photographing this year’s Thanksgiving card, (Rite-Aid doesn’t have anything on us LOL) Mom and I went on a walk and I can proudly report back I did not pull once. I went easy on her, but if it were Dad he would not be as lucky.
Mom called it a little summer miracle since I walked right next to her – I figured it was time to act respectable since after all – I do live in the People’s Republic of Santa Monica.
Over the last few weeks Dad and I have been hanging out more than usual in the backyard. Actually, to be more exact, he’s been working and I’ve been helping with getting into things and making a mess. I did have a few time-outs this week and all this for a party.
Since the parental units are Baby Zade’s godparents, which I guess makes them god-units, they are having his first birthday party in OUR backyard. Dad is all about milking this godfather thing all the while I am trying to deal with the idea of this party since the backyard is MY territory.
One redeeming fact is at least I was on the invitation. However, I don’ t know what is worse – Dad being obnoxious about the godfather thing or all this over a 1-year-old taking over my backyard. I guess I will do the neighborly thing and let others have a moment in the sun of narcissism.
The weather has been crazy hot, but nice evenings and mornings. We have been eating out side on the patio…yep the parental’s took that over now. I am starting to LEARN life is about sharing and respecting other’s boundaries.
On the sharing note…the Donald is still showing up with his HAIR People!
Peace out Punky