Dog In the Grass


MDF really likes Dixie. How can I tell? Maybe it’s because that’s the one word she says consistantly. Maybe it’s because she cranes her neck to see the dog coming in the room. At least the play together well.


The other day Dixie was lounging on the floor and MDF was standing beside her, near her head. MDF was patting Dixie on the head, rubbing her ears, pulling her fur, and for a while Dixie just sat there, enjoying the attention I guess. After a little bit, though, Dixie sat up and sent MDF tumbling to the floor.