I have successfully (with my moping and acting like I am depressed and do not want to live another day) laid huge guilt on Mom and Dad.
It's big, I'm telling you.
How do I know it's big? Because tonight, out of nowhere Dad said, "Let's go for a ride in the Buick."
We visited a
orphanage pet store filled with pups behind glass. Poor babies. I cried in my heart. If I wasn't such an old girl I would have brought the entire brood home with me. They were cute and they thought I was their mama.
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And that's not all!
One more stop for some ice cream!
It was a wonderful day but now I am dog tired. An awful lot of excitement for this old girl.