Monday, July 1, 2013

If he would write with the crayons instead of eat them. . .

The sign would read:

No Moms Allowed
Dogs are Welcomed

Woody has a club house and it has limited membership.  And since I am not on the invite list I can only guess what goes on in there.  I hear quite a bit of talking, some laughing, dog barks (Woody's dog bark not an actual dog's bark).  I see little fingers poking at the slats where the light comes through.  Toys get brought in and left for safe keeping.  I sit back and listen, smiling at the independent little boy who is fastly becoming a toddler instead of a baby.  

There are two entrances to the club house.
First Entrance:




Second Entrance:








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