fuchsiamakesmehappy

Sparky was naughty, so he got scolded inside the barn today. At some point he slunk out the door and made himself scarce... the next time I happened to look out the window, I saw him by a tree next to the driveway - all contrite (ears pinned back) and curling himself into a little ball to stay warm in the brisk cool air of September.




Aww, how could I not forgive him?