She's three now. I call her my cupcake. I spoil her... but in a good way. This fine display of spoilage only set me back a mere five bucks at a yard sale.
There was a lot to show my Cupcake. We took her and Gracie for a walk and passed these gorgeous daisies along the way.
Gracie was pooped upon our return, but agreed to pose for a few nice pictures with her cookie connection, who also goes by the name Rissie.
We went to the Creamery for Ice Cream then,
leaving Gracie behind
Something tells me Gracie was rebelling. School Teacher Barbie was found mauled and maimed shortly after we arrived home. But she's still smiling.
