Teasing Annie

This weekend I was teasing Annie. My friend, Mary, called me on Christmas Day to tell me about this litter of "hunting labs." And the next day I had a picture of Mary, her daughter-in-law, and four female pups (two in each of their arms). My eyes drifted to the calm, light colored on, that Mary thought was the smaller (or runt). But I hesitated about getting another dog and before I made up my mind, three females were gone. The crazy looking one in Mary's left hand was left.

Annie.

As I teased her, she just rolled on her back, as if to say: whatever Mommie. I'm here, deal with it.

Murphy's day.