I write about the dogs a lot because they are a source a constant amusement and a reminder to not take myself too seriously. As I was pondering how a missionary who was briefly given permission to speak...would speak, Nico's nose was buried deep into a flower pot of newly planted morning glory sprouts.
As I opened my eyes, he put his front paws on my knees and rubbed his muddy nose on my pants...but not before looking straight into my eyes and showing me a baby morning glory hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
| You can almost see the mud on his whiskers and the sprout in his teeth! Guess which one is Nico! |
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