Every day before we’d go to the park, Alma filled her pockets with treats.
I once asked her why and her response was meek. “Wouldn’t you wike to know?,” She had asked me.
So off we’d go…Her pockets still full of treats.
“Wook, Mommy! I is riding a bunny!” Back and forth…Back and forth…She teetered. And while Alma did love the bunny ride, something else seemed to have her attention.
“Wook, Mommy! It’s my new fwiend. Isn’t she neat?!”
To the left of her feet it sat. It was white, and orange, and a little bit brown. “She is camouflage!,”Alma exclaimed.
“So this is what the treats were for?,” I assumed.
Alma took a bite of one of the treats from her pocket, then handed the other bite to her new friend.
“Duh. Shawing is cawing, Mommy. Can I keeps her and name her Puppy?!”