Yep, that's me, this morning in my yard. EVERY TIME SHE wants to take my picture i have to look at her so she'll stop saying, "Bella, Bella, look at me Bella, come on Bella, look up here, come on Bella . . ."
I guess it could be worse. I saw a Mom on TV tell her little boy to say cheese when she was trying to take his picture. Cheese? What does that have to do with taking a picture? At least SHE didn't say, "Bella, say cheese." Anyway, I decided not to look at her because I was more interested in the yellow butterfly that comes to meet me every day. We haven't spoken yet but she is beautiful. I wish I could fly like that. I wouldn't have to stand in this wet grass and do my business.
That reminds me, my profile . . . so I'm looking at this picture SHE took and I don't like my nose or my side-hair. I got a trim a few weeks ago but I think it's time for another one, as much as I hate to admit it. That's NOT going to be fun. I was much cuter when my cheeks were chubby and my side-hair wasn't long. I guess I'll have to look at the camera until SHE gives me another trim. UGH! whimper, whimper . . .
Bye for now
B
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