Granddog Evie has come to stay for the summer and it’s been fun having a small, furry character around who (1) likes having her picture taken and (2) doesn’t sleep twenty-three and a half hours out of every twenty-four.
Two hours of dogsitting and I’m going to need to nap for a week.
From inside the house, behind a closed window and more than a hundred feet away, I lifted my phone and Evie immediately whipped around for her photo opportunity. A born supermodel.
Two sets of headbands and fingerless mitts. They’re just plain vanilla 2×2 rib because when you’re carrying a dog most of the time nobody notices what you’re wearing.