Betsy was asleep. And then she was zipping up the corner porch post.
Note bird flying away.
She went on up to the top anyway.
And came back down angry.
Poor Betsy...
Note bird flying away.
She went on up to the top anyway.
And came back down angry.
Poor Betsy...
1 comment:
Your Betsy is very much like my beautiful Esme whom I lost last October aged 16 1/2.
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