Tuesday, September 10, 2013

More helping

The Friday before my dad came, I wanted to mop the hardwoods, which meant sweeping them first.  I went ahead and moved the chairs out of the dining room and put them between the den and the foyer to keep the dogs out of my way while I worked.

Apparently Monte had some separation anxiety.


He belly-crawled his way under the chair.


And into my dirt pile.


And now he’s happy because he’s with me on my side of the chairs.


“Uh, Mom, I think you missed a spot in the bathroom.”

Thanks, Monte.

1 comment:

Gma said...

He's a natural as a playmate for McBaby - there'll be some rousing games of "let's see who can scoot under the chairs first" going on for sure!