A New Game...A Story
With school rapidly approaching, when my son and DIL asked if I could watch my granddaughter, I cancelled the hair appointment made two months ago and said, "Absolutely." Nearing eleven, my granddaughter is the easy one to "watch." Harley Jean, on the other hand, might be another story. I always learn something new about Harley Jean whenever I "watch" her too.
Now 18 months, their Great Dane/Lab mix, weighing a mere 79 lbs, and whose strength could probably pull the Pres' Dodge diesel, was waiting for me at the front door. Her deep "woof" echoing through the storm door as I approached told me to prepare myself for her normal zealous greeting. Filled with energy and exuberance, I knew this time to put down everything I was carrying as soon as I entered the house. She loves Nana...:)
Surviving the kisses from Harley, and with my granddaughter waiting her turn for a warm hug and kiss, things calmed down and Harley lay in her bed as I took a seat next to Mia at the kitchen island. My son was toasting us corn muffins and Harley knew if she was good that my son would toss her a corner of toast before he left for work.
just seeing, saying, and sharing...
A New Game...A Story
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