To keep it all in order, we go by alphabet so we can keep it straight. This week was Cap's turn for a special day. His favorite part about going to the office is raiding the toy box Mom keeps for him in the back. The squeakies are his favorite. He likes to pretend he's a lean, mean, squeakie-killin' machine. Grrr!
The old boy can still romp despite the arthritis. Nothing slows him down when he gets a squeakie toy in his mouth.
Nothing, that is, except to stop for a good rumpus scritching. Ahhh! Then he's off again!
When it was time to leave, he really wanted to take the toy raccoon with him. So Mom gave in and let him bring it home. She always gives in to Cap. I secretly believe Mom loves him best (so I sound like a Smothers Brother, or what?).
Next week is Glynn's turn, then ME! I can hardly wait!