"Know where my chicken is? It's in Mayonnaise's mouth!" Camden was so proud of himself for figuring out a way to get rid of that chicken! We, of course, got him some more...
The other night, I woke up to find Camden in our bedroom. I escorted him back to bed. It wasn't until the next morning that I learned exactly what he had been doing. In his words: "Mommy, know why I was in your room? Mayonnaise had a bad dream. I told her it was okay." What a sweet boy!
Yesterday Mayo got in trouble and was sent to her bed. Actually, Dan had to physically carry her to her bed. And since she is bigger than I am I was pretty impressed! So a little while later Camden said, "Daddy, Mayonnaise doesn't want to be in time-out. I heard her say she's sorry."
That boy loves his dog. Oh, and the picture? Last summer in Yellowstone Camden spent a lot of his time rubbing dirt into her fur...and she loved it. Our beautiful dog was no longer shiny, but we had a happy boy and a happy dog -- what more could a mom want?
4 comments:
i can see P being like that with Molly. boys and their dogs!!
Boys and their dogs....too cute!
And cats! Remember how close your brother is with his cats!
Camden is still too young to not fess up to where the dreaded chicken went - I love it! Bob
Oh this is sooooooo sweet!!!!! Makes me want to run out and get a Mayonnaise of our own!
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