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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