We went out back to play with my squeaky red football. Here I am, bringing it back after Mom threw it:
|"Got it, got it, got it!!!"|
We played a bunch of rounds of Fetch, then I settled down to squeak my football for a minute.
|"Wait! What's that?!?"|
I thought I heard something. It landed up in that tree!
It was a cicada, those ever-so-tasty, buzzing, crunchy treats! I mean "bugs"! Oh, to be able to fly up into that tree and nail that thing! Oh, well; there are more where that one came from.
Speaking of flying ...
Yeah, I know. I forgot my football. No problem; Mom will police it up.
Mom says I get more and more Siberian every day. Isn't that great?!!? Cam is very proud.
Have a great weekend!