Eyes searching everywhere for the furball.
She is busy. Momma made a toy out of braided flannel and she tugging on that.
Oh oh busted Momma found me hiding in the pantry!
Bath time for the furball means rest time for me!
She is on the loose but I’m up high by Dad and she can’t get me here.
There she is back snoozing on her pillow so I’m safe to roam a little now! Darn old dog!