She's a Sneaky Sneakster Extraordinaire.
Case in point: I was jumping on the trampoline one toasty day this week, and Girlfren was hard-pressed to find comfortable shade. There was shade on the patio, but the patio is made of concrete, and Golden Princesses are not fond of sleeping on concrete. So she found a sliver of shady grass and stretched out:
After I'd jumped awhile, I noticed Girlfren's head had disappeared, and a bit later, half her body disappeared:
The sneaky little sneakster's a smart cookie.
Happy Sunday, folks!
P.S. My sister and I introduced The Child to hula hoops this weekend, with high hopes we'd turn her into a hoop-jumping circus dog.
Our attempts were not successful.
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