For years, Mr. Basketmaker’s most irritating comments to me was “You baby your dog too much.”
Well, today, we dropped off the “basket” van at the mechanic to get new tires. So on the way back, we were squished in the front seat of our new, but used, tiny little truck. Why were we squished? Because when I was following Eric in the little truck, his dog Jackson decided to run beside me, down the driveway, onto the road and then heading towards the main road. So I opened the door, and let him in.
And on our way home, I had to snap some quick pics with my phone of Eric with his dog on his lap! I could be wrong, but isn’t he “babying” his dog right here???
I could be wrong, but isn’t that Eric’s hand on his dog, sort of half-hugging Jackson while they both look out the window?
I could be wrong, but doesn’t this look like Jackson is about to give Eric a big, sloppy lick on the side of his face?
I could be wrong, but doesn’t this look like the face of a dog who is babied by his owner???
Mr. Basketmaker, I have one word for you…. KARMA. 🙂