Snips and Snails and Puppydog Tails

Daddy went to the store tonight, and when Sadie went crazy at the window, Sam and I thought he was home. To the window we rushed to greet him, and Sam didn’t quite apply the brakes soon enough. BONK! Head to window corner. When I asked him if he was okay, he half-wimpered, “yes…” while rubbing his forehead. I leaned down and said, “where did you hit your head?” Without missing a beat, he pointed to the impact spot…on the wall. “Right dere…”

Well, I *did* ask…