Commuting Home
This is me commuting home. Pappa was holding the bag and since he is WAY taller than Momma, I don’t get have as much control as I do with her, instead only my nose sticks out and I can smell the air and only guess what’s happening around me. Maybe this was my punshiment for driving Momma nuts at Best Buy, or maybe this is the way I need to behave at all times, who knows…I get so confused sometimes.