I think my first gift to my parents was a clay ashtray. Oh how times have changed!
I look forward to my very first piece of macaroni art from Beach Baby. Especially if there is glitter involved.
The puppy is my only baby now (the cats are geriatric) and without opposable thumbs he's no good with macaroni pieces.
But Practice Baby did give me his first gift. A few days ago, he was outside on the lead enjoying the backyard. I went out to let him in and he gleefully trotted towards me with a large pinecone in his mouth. Hey, I don't have pine trees in my yard . . . oh no, that is NOT a pinecone!
Poor, poor mole. I don't know if the puppy found it that way or was the architect of its early demise. Either way, YUCK!
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