Today, Jim went off to work. He said he had a good, but, busy day.
Reagan and I were just going to be running some errands. We were going to go over to Raymond and Jenny's to let out Dexter this afternoon for them.
Reagan get's so excited to see little Dexter and I think Dexter gets just as excited to see her. Reagan wanted to bring Mr. Fuzzy and Puppy over to show him!
We took Dexter out and then spent a little time playing with him.
Once we went on our way, we stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few things. In the middle of shopping, Reagan burst into tears and started screaming "I WANT MR. FUZZY BACK!"
I asked her where he was and she yelled "DEXTER'S"
I told her we would go back and get him when we were done, which didn't seem to be a proper solution for her because she cried the entire rest of the shopping trip and all the way over to "Dexter's."
When we got there, I just ran in and asked her where she left them inside. She said "by the candy." Well of course, where else would they be! LOL!
What an ordeal! After the Florida debacle, I didn't think we'd go through that again. At least he was easy to find this time!
Later this evening, Jim, Reagan, Brinkley and I went up to the three mile trail for a little stroll.
Reagan wanted to walk Brinkley for a little bit, so we let her. He is a GREAT walker, doesn't pull or anything. Well, we were walking along and a squirrel darted out RIGHT in front of us. Probably less than three feet away. Brinkley got excited and kind of pulled Reagan down. She banged her elbow and started crying. Once we calmed her down, she did have a little brush burn that was bleeding just a little bit. After she realized she was OK, she started laughing and kept asking "Why did that squirrel tripped me?" She's too funny! When anyone asks her what happened to her arm she says "A squirrel tripped me at the park." LMAO!
The first picture is Dexter.
Next, Reagan hysterical on the way to Mr. Fuzzy!
Reunited!
Reagan and Brinkley on their stroll.
Reagan's little boo boo from the squirrel tripping.
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